Lady, What's Tomorrow

A bleak Christmas Eve. All alone in a pub, sits Arthur silent and contemplative. The winter wind spills through cracks in the wall, whistling through, bringing in with it memories, with that despairs, harsh truths, and familiar faces. A bleak Christmas Eve. All alone in a pub, sits Arthur silent and contemplative. The winter wind spills through cracks in the wall, whistling through, bringing in with it memories, with that despairs, harsh truths, and familiar faces. A bleak Christmas Eve. All alone in a pub, sits Arthur silent and contemplative. The winter wind spills through cracks in the wall, whistling through, bringing in with it memories, with that despairs, harsh truths, and familiar faces. A bleak Christmas Eve. All alone in a pub, sits Arthur silent and contemplative. The winter wind spills through cracks in the wall, whistling through, bringing in with it memories, with that despairs, harsh truths, and familiar faces.