Eddie wrapped his cloak tighter around his body, then shrugged as the wind whipped it out of his grasp. Striding with purpose down Boylston Street, his mind whirled with stanzas and verse.
He was considered a bad boy in his day; a rabble rouser. It made no difference to him. He laughed and cried, “pot meet kettle†going about his way.
Today his mind was whirling as he struggled with just the right words to cap his latest poem. A cluck and caw sounded. He lifted his head.
“No longer. No, that doesn’t work. Quoth the raven, nevermore!†That’s it!
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Written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: CLOAK.
Eddie, of course, is Edgar Allen Poe. Last week Boston unveiled a statue to Eddie near the site of his family home. I am excited at the timing as I will be visiting Boston next week and plan to see this monument – as well as walk the Freedom Trail.
. . . and, yes . . . that IS the Telltale Heart tumbling from his briefcase.