Snippet #1709422

Enerik hpped into the plane before he was rudely shoved. He looked at the spacious interior and smiled, "now this is the way to travel... anyone care for a glass of red wine?" he asked them, he did drink a glass of wine occasionally... after all the laws of England were different and it was not like he abused it. He packed his one bag in the over head compartment before he took out a journal he kept full personal notes, a pressed flower, a letter his father wrote him, starts of stories and poems, as well as two pictures of two different women. He looked at one fondly the other though he really didn't know how to feel about. It was of the mother he had never met. His mother was young when she had him...but she dumped him onto his father to raise and never visited him. He had heard she was from a high class and assumed that her family did not wish to know she had a baby with a young low class riffraff with his father. A third picture fell out and he tried to grab it but it landed at the Ladies and his masters feet. It was a baby photo of him.

The first one (Girl he loved Claire):


Second one (His mother black haired one):


third one (Baby Enerik):