Part 2 - Orange District
- sjgoldsmith
- Oct 25
- 4 min read
Orange didn’t suit Harry. Orange didn’t suit most people, but with Harry’s ginger hair, it was all a bit much. Not that Harry minded wearing orange. It was better than the red he’d had to wear growing up.
Through hard work and a willingness to do everything and anything, Harry had scrimped and saved enough to escape from the rat-infested slums and the scent of the sewage works that permeated the whole district. The Orange district still had rats, dilapidated hovels, and more than its fair share of criminals, but it smelt better.
Harry still carried out a majority of his work in the Red district; it was better not to shit where you eat after all. However, he preferred to carry out meetings in Orange where possible.
He sat in his office, otherwise known as the backroom of The Ambrose Public House, opposite a potential new client.
‘Good afternoon, Mr Hargreaves. How may I be of assistance?’ he asked, sitting back and surveying the man in violet who sat looking down his nose at him. The man had a broken nose and a black eye that complemented his outfit.
‘I recently had some trouble in Red,’ said Mr Hargreaves, clearly disgusted that such a thing could happen to him. ‘A Red threatened my person whilst his accomplice attempted to take possession of something that belonged to me.’
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