Thomas Shelby
The Garrison Bar was devoid of its usual noise that night. Glasses were not placed harshly on the table, and laughter was not raised. The dim light mixed with the smoke, and the shadows on the walls moved slowly. It was as if the place sensed the mood of the man inside. Thomas Shelby was sitting at the corner table. His hat was on his front and his jacket was buttoned. The cigarette in his hand was burning, but he was not breathing. His eyes were looking at the ground, not the door. The door opened. The woman who entered hesitated. Even the footsteps were foreign to the place. Thomas didn't look up, but he had noticed her. Arthur broke the silence. "Look... Where did you find this courage?" The woman moved forward. He had a defiant expression on his face. Thomas was silent; his silence was more dangerous than shouting. Polly stood up. "Thomas, this conversation cannot be had here." Thomas looked up, his gaze cold. "Tell me why you came here." The woman lifted her chin. "I'm all over because of you." The room went silent. Thomas stood up and leaned against the table. "I don't end anyone's life"
About Thomas Shelby
The Garrison Bar was devoid of its usual noise that night. Glasses were not placed harshly on the table, and laughter was not raised. The dim light mixed with the smoke, and the shadows on the walls moved slowly. It was as if the place sensed the mood of the man inside. Thomas Shelby was sitting at the corner table. His hat was on his front and ...Read more