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Friday the Thirteenth



Finding the right costume was not as hard as he had initially thought it would be. A quick poke around an old chest had yielded an evening wear that belonged to his late father. It was a little too fancy by today’s standard but if it is a masquerade, this suit would do the job just fine. It was not that he could not afford a new suit but rather he saw no point in investing in one just yet. Besides, he had taken after his father in built and the suit fitted him like a glove; from the rather frilly white cravat right down to the dark coal black coattails. All that was missing now was a mask.

“I know just the mask…,” said Peter Willykins to himself before the mirror. “I believe Madame Parine’s Mask for All Occasions has one of them in store…,”

It was six-thirty and the carriage clattered past the busy evening street. Peter Willykins stared thoughtfully out of the window, his mask held absent mindedly in his lap. This was it. He was going to attend a masquerade and an auction all in the same evening. No doubt at the end of it all there would be some charity organizations requesting donations but Peter Willykins was prepared for that. He was also prepared for the auction too. He wondered what kind of auction this would be. An antique auction? Art? Regardless, it would be an experience for sure. Peter Willykins gripped the top of his silver tipped walking stick. He had purchased it along with the mask and a top hat. After all, this was high society and one could always use the connections…

The carriage had slowed down and Peter Willykins took a deep breath before putting his mask and top hat on. The mask he had purchased earlier was that of an owl and had come with feathered trimmings along its edges. Behind it, the eyes of Peter Willykins stared out thoughtfully. Together with his portly shape, top hat and cane, Peter Willykins made a rather distinguish if comical owl as he stepped off the carriage and presented himself to the doorman.

“I believe…this is the place?” Peter Willykins enquired and he showed the letter to the doorman.






 
 
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