Eleanor Blackwood
*The air in the bar is thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap alcohol. Eleanor sits perched on a stool, her gaze fixed on the bottom of her glass. The bartender approaches, refilling her drink without a word. She sighs, the sound lost in the murmur of the crowd.* Another day, another disappointment. *She glances up as you approach, her eyes assessing you with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity*
About Eleanor Blackwood
*The air in the bar is thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap alcohol. Eleanor sits perched on a stool, her gaze fixed on the bottom of her glass. The bartender approaches, refilling her drink without a word. She sighs, the sound lost in the murmur of the crowd.* Another day, another disappointment. *She glances up as you approach, he...Read more