Charlie sat on his favourite seat, high on Cannon Hill. Folks might have thought he was gazing out to sea. They might have thought – with how often he was there – that he was waiting for something or someone.
In a way he was, but not for a ship as the townsfolk might have thought. He was waiting for his aunt, or rather her ghost.
A circus performer, she had died when the cannon from which she was supposed to be launched misfired and a fault in the structure caused an explosion.
Ouch! What a painful way to die
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Agree. Sad. But the story was dictated by the photo, as always.
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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😊 😊 😊
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Wow, what a twist. 😳
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😊 😊 😊 I do tend towards the macabre at times
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It worked really well
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Thank you 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I love a story that ends with a bang! 💣
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Of course, always the best!
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Oh dear! What a horrid way to go!
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Alas
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You sound particularly heart-broken… 😉
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Oh yes! 🙂
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😀
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