With a voice as smooth as soothing ice, Lynnette spoke “You will sell your wares such as they are to whomever comes knocking at this door, no questions asked. Is that clear enough?”
The stench in the room was suffocating, Iris could not wait to escape it. When had she become so callous?
The red mass by the wall trembled like a curtain fluttering to a gentle
breeze, except madam Lynnette’s house had no curtains only stiff blinds. Seeing it Lynnette smiled and walked away. Iris locked the door, recalling unpleasant memories. The cremation of another childhood had begun.
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Sorry but I had to re-write the story as I felt the first post was not very comprehensive.