A Dickensian Christmas.
Hi! :) This piece of writing was inspired when I was watching A Christmas Carol on t.v the other day. I thought it'd be a great idea to create my own scene which could easily fit into the story. “Come and get your potatoes! Freshly baked!” a puny man shouted. The dimly-lit streetlamps glowed spookily, looming down upon the bustling crowds. Grotty chimneys churned out smoky air. This mixed with the stench horses’ dung, and the snow covered pavements, made for a very unpleasant walk down Bell Street. It was no wonder that women waved their laced handkerchiefs around as they rifled through chestnuts from the back of a cart. Across the road, a huge hog was turning on a spitfire. Pink flesh slowly turning into a crispy golden brown. A growling fire sending sparks here and there. Pale geese, rabbits and ducks hung from the butcher’s ceiling, all four limbs splayed out, still in death. Skinless and bare. The waft of mulled wine clashed with the winter air. Cinnamon...