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They have a new job
A small one but still
Came from an old snob
Who said he needed their skills
He’d offered good pay
And so they’d gone
Reached there midday
Planning to get back by dawn
They’d set up in one room
Beside the one that was haunted
Holding out hope this wouldn’t be their doom
When Lucy heard a voice, distorted
Iron chains in a circle
Salt bombs in their belt
Rapiers in hand
As the cold air was all they felt
Quick work they made of it
But not before being thrown around some
By the end, they’d need to restock their kit
And George had a cut on his thumb
Not wanting to stay there
In the dingy motel much longer
They left and got some fresh air
Their friendship much stronger
As it was after each job
Their camaraderie all the closer
They hailed a cab
And all sat in the back
Sighing and half asleep
Relaxing after the ghost attack
Lucy had fallen asleep
On Lockwood’s shoulder
And there he left her in her sleep deep
Telling George to hold her
When they reached the house
So they could carry her in
Being quiet as a mouse
Him holding her soft skin
Gently
He placed her in her bed
Her peaceful face bringing a smile to his own
His feelings toward her left unsaid
The feelings in his heart of stone
He sighed and glanced towards her once more
Before he turned and left towards the door
If only he’d have stayed for just a second
He’d have seen Lucy’s eyes open
As her heart beckoned
Also full of feelings, left unspoken