Victor Frankenstein's last wishMore Like This
Somewhere in the Swiss Alps, 18--.
The young traveler looked at the clockmaker shop with the “Frankenstein and Son – Clockmakers” and nodded. It was the correct village. It had to be. He was travelling around the Swiss Alps for a while and couldn’t help but think that the name “Frankenstein” was more common than it should be.
There was an “open” sign on the door and he entered the shop. A young man was polishing a clock with so much care that the traveler pretended he was admiring the clocks and pocket watches in the showcase. Some of them were stunningly beautiful and interesting. Suddenly, the young man put the clock down and asked, happily:
– Good afternoon, sir! How can I help you?
The traveler came closer and had his voice frozen in his throat when he saw that the half of the clockmaker’s hair was whitish. He must have stared hard, because the young man immediately enlightened him, in good spirits:
leave me alonehoney, she left a trail of brokenMore Like This
bones and blood in the sand,
but the waves rose to claim them,
the tide swept them away,
and she doesn't want to be found.