Frederic de Bones

Frederic de Bones came from another London, one composed entirely of bones and shadow.

Beneath Ribcage Arch, built as a gateway to His Exhumate Majesty’s freshly reconstructed Buckingham Palace and down the cobbled streets that led between the bone markets of Covent Garden, Frederic de Bones walked a veritable distance, somehow eventually crossing the unmoving waters of the Thames and away from the echo of rumbling, bestial skeleton-trains in the Underground to a London that was not his own, a London of Portland stone and rich red soil.

To this day, Frederic de Bones walks, searching forever to find a path back across the river and to that other London with its haunting fog and dimmly remembered dance hall melodies.

To this day, Frederic de Bones walks.