Of All the Gin Joints #FridayFictioneers

Of All the Gin Joints

“Bloody hell Edwards, where are you?”
The literary terrorist had escaped her capture and the plot hole was beyond repair without him. In a drastic twist, she conjured up a copper.
“When was the last time you saw the subject?” the constable asked.
“Chapter 13, but he always comes back by 17.”
“Do you recall anything suspicious?”
“Now that you ask, yes, he was wearing a fez.”
“A boozer, eh?”
“Quite the contrary. You Sir are in a Victorian romance and Mr. Edwards is never in his cups.”
“So you say but I’ll still check all the gin joints in all the world?”

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This is a stand alone piece but if you’re curious about Mr. Edward the novel time traveler and literary terrorist, here’s a few of his adventures.

Exit The Page
Exit The Scoundrel
A Novel Romance