After Rose’s untimely death, most days were spent in his workshop, while the rest of their Victorian country home went to ruin.
He pulled the decorative fabric from his creation, folded it and placed it on a nearby chair.
James then took a chain and key from around his neck. He inserted it into the keyhole turning it over several times. He replaced the chain safely tucked in his shirt.
For a moment, he listened to the flesh heart encased in her glass chest.
He flipped the toggle on her neck and smiled as the clockwork began to rotate. Her mechanical eyes flung open allowing him to see endless possibilities.