From the sidewalk, I can see a FLAME glowing brightly behind the hotel windows. As the SLEET hits sharply, sending little rivers of cold down my neck, I cling tightly to my suitcase handle and cautiously cross the street. The greys around me BLEND fully – sky, buildings, other people are all varying shades of charcoal, bleak and grim.
The bell on the door chimes brightly. The CLERK is adjusting the red carnation in her lapel, the color shocking and welcoming all at once. I do believe everything is going to be okay.

Georg’ann

CREAM in the scones, not the tea!
Whether it be a CLERK or the Queen
milk is the mark of an authentic Brit.

Heather