Manchester United

It was a filthy city, squalid and cramped, too thoroughly caked with soot to ever be washed clean by only the rain; but if the downpour ever did last long enough to do the job, the buildings would likely fall apart as the grime was all that held them together. This was the town into which I was birthed.

She was, on the other hand, to the manor most definitely born. The closest she likely came to hardship was waiting a bit too long for a servant to appear after the bell was rung.

And yet here we are, together.

14 comments:

  1. The plight of the haves and have-nots...sad but true. Enjoyed this.

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    1. I think those crazy kids just might make it work

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  3. I love the juxtaposition of that last line.

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  4. Another great opening salvo! I want to know something about these people.

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    1. It's an Upstairs-Downstairs sort of relationship. His upstairs likes her downstairs, and visa versa. ;)

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  5. Ah yes .... the backstairs leading to Paradise?

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  6. Great set-up for the "rest of the story." Enjoyed it!

    =)

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  7. Actually I'm not a Manchester United fan...I like Manchester City...giggle...

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