SunsetLover1574

Dancing Sweeney lay awkwardly in his barbering chair, his mind slowly floating away with the gentle night breeze whistling through the creaky floorboards. He slouched there for some time, occasionally glancing out of the large glass window at the ink night sky that blanketed Fleet Street snugly. Sweeney sighed, exhausted and ready to float off into the arms of a peaceful slumber. Another successful day at the barbershop had come and gone, just like Mrs Lovett had told him they would. But how long would he have to wait to entice the Judge into his shop? How long could he wait before he finally snapped? When would he see Johanna again? Would J