(photo credit: Pegman)
The battle raged as Molly looked on from her window. It was a hearbreakingly blue sky that watched with her as the armies fought each other to the death.
Molly’s window, atop the brothel below, was three stories above the street.As she watched, her glorious Irish hair shone like polished brass, textured by the sun’s golden rays. More than one soldier,glancing upward, lost his focus for a moment and went to his death with that brazen head fixed in his vision.
And then, the BOOM of a cannon sounded, and Molly was no more.
A pub was named after her
She would have laughed.