Oliver Pratt's Page

Mortimer Shea sat in his study on that rainy afternoon, the smoke from his pipe curling up and filling the room with it's sweet smell.  He watched the drops of water collect on the leaves of a flower sitting in the box outside.  he looked thoughtfully at the flower and made a mental note to ask Miss Delia what kind of flower it was.  It reminded him of his childhood in Barbados, such lovely flowers there, he recalled. There was a knock on the door and he turned to watch as a bright,…

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Oliver pratt had a weak stomach. And the rancid smell of sewer was not helping to containg the bile creeping it's way into the world to join the rest of the trash and god knew what else. Oliver knew the streets above very well, and had walked them many times but here underneath them in the dark and surrounded by sewage everything seemed to look the same. Oliver was lost and guessing at every turn and fork .. after what seemed like hours of walking finally oliver saw a…