The coachman is dressed in a black suit. His trousers are worn, and his jacket hangs loosely, revealing a white unbuttoned shirt. He looks tired as he scratches his two-day stubble with his calloused hands. He’s had a hard day and night riding inebriated, noisy tourists around the May Fair, and now he’s on hisContinue reading “Split-Second Story: The Coachman”
Rereading Jane Eyre 