Scarborough Fair

He asked me if I was going to Scarborough Fair. I always do. So, the question confused me until a letter was placed into my hand. I turned to ask him where I would find Madame Verde but he was gone.

Shoving the letter into a spare pocket, I found myself dazzled by the fair. Amongst the fire eaters and strongest man, was a green tent. Above it etched in gold writing ‘Madame Verde’. She smiled as I entered with the letter. Asking me to describe the man who gave this to me. I couldn’t stop staring. Her hood covered her eyes only revealing her lips. She nudged me to continue. I told her he was lightly built, short brown hair and a tan from working in the summer. Madame Verde wanted to know the colour of his eyes. Green.

She opened the letter to find a single word scribbled… yes. Looking at her mouth, I asked what it said.

It was a consent letter. Your eyes and soul for whatever your heart desired, brought by the next victim.


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