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The moment he opened his eyes he knew something was different. [Ferial Evans]

In the room were a selection of musical instruments and propped up against the wall, was a full length, life-size portrait of Oscar Wilde, in an ornate frame.
He had woken from a deep sleep and he struggled to recollect the evening before. He was sure that all, apart from his violin were not here when he fell asleep. Then he noticed a bottle of laudanum on the bedside table. Had he been drugged? Come to think of it, that might be what dear old Oscar would take to relieve the pain of his troubled life.
Where had he been last evening? Ah, his stupor was lifting; he had been at a gig playing the violin in his folk band. One of the numbers was ‘The Ballard of Reading Gaol’. Was this a clue, was this paranormal? Had he unleashed Oscar’s troubled soul and did Oscar want his help?
As he pondered, he glanced at the clock. Oh no, look at the time, he had overslept and she was expecting him in half an hour. He would have to sort this mystery out later……………

She Wife? Girlfriend? Fellow band member? Therapist? Dentist?………….