KC Finn won the WM Mid Story Sentence competition with My Brother’s Keeper. Read the full story and judging comments at https://writ.rs/kcfinn
Body-snatching’s better than the workhouse, but only just. I suppose I’d have liked to go to school or something, if I’d been born to a family with money. Or a family at all. But God gives what he gives. Tonight, he’s given me a Devil of a job. The rain soaks deep into my ragged shirt, chilling the skin of my shoulders. It already made its way through my over-cloak on the long trek up the muddy hill to the cemetery. The cloak drags like a millstone at my neck. If I could see through the haze of water being blown into my face, I’d be looking into the midnight world of London’s far reaches. It’s less smoggy here, the air filled with the damp scent of earth instead. Fresh graves. Just what Master Kabil needs.