The fog thickened once more. Without speaking, it seemed that the Ghost invited Scrooge to follow him, or at least move forward, which he did with apprehension. When the fog around him disappeared, he realized he was at the Cratchits' again... but this one Christmas had a much more sorrowful atmosphere to it than what he had seen. Indeed, young Tiny Tim had ended up passing away on a Christmas day from a near future. The Cratchit couple, at his bedside, was incosolable. The old man felt shocked, sad, horrified. Guilty. All because of him. Of his greed. "I didn't want this... Who would want this?..."
A Christmas Carol, Ebenezer Scrooge, Tiny Tim, Bob Cratchit, Mrs Cratchit and the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come © Charles Dickens
Drawing © me
A Christmas Carol, Ebenezer Scrooge, Tiny Tim, Bob Cratchit, Mrs Cratchit and the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come © Charles Dickens
Drawing © me
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