She arrived at the shores of her last chance, after what local papers would one day describe as ‘the unknowing victim of a deep sea and dead run’.
The pier was lonely at Dock 19, her child, who she would never see again, lay lifeless somewhere back in Ireland as wretched memories misted New York Harbor.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
How terrible to begin a life afresh without the one you love and lost so tragically.
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Thank You for your interest in this bizarre story BB. I really appreciate it.
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Moody and so sad.
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I like the crispness of your prose, and I must say, I am dying to know the count down to 1. Do tell or shall I guess I need to the start? Well done, I would love to just sit and share a couple sentences with you one day.
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Thank You so much for your kind words. I truly appreciate it.
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I love your two sentences! I ‘ll have to read more of them. Bleak and intense. Can I ask you what you liked about ‘Dance of Death’ ? I’m curious about what it means to other people. Happy writing!
Kebarney
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I like prose that grabs me and makes me want to read on…
Thank You for visiting, don’t be a stranger.
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Thanks! I’ve got some stuff to type up that I think would be a little raw for Medium.com Some stories, biographical in nature, of a friend of mine who lived and worked the streets as well having some very high-class (=big money) clients. She is now wanting to get her story out there, trying to let people know that That road steals your soul. There is no such thing as easy money. You end up paying for it in the end. Those stories can be very dark, even though she is not explicit except with her feelings. Working with someone else is new to me. Good experience. I need to play well with others sometimes.
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