Wow. I opened up a bunch of stories and my plan was to critique them. Yours was the first I read, and I bumped into the end because I’d been really caught up in the whole thing. I hadn’t been critiquing; I’d been engrossed.

I love that the garden is getting developed with “scarecrows”, which I assume are security guards?

I’m not a huge fan of the romanticising of the prostitute’s work, but it’s a fantasy and Victoriana staple.

Great story.

Rose really is creepy, but I magine her to be intimidatingly beautiful too. I wonder what is wrong with this lamp post tonight.