From a place that is unknown, came this...

I walked down a small alley, my long dress dragging in the snow, a present from my carers, those whom had taken me to their home in London. The walls of the alley where damp and dark, aligned with women pressing themselves against the walls wearing red garters and braziers. I asked myself why I was taking this route, in an unknown, at a definite inappropriate time of the night. Robin had told me that it was a quicker way to the centre of town, cutting half of forty minutes from my journey to the rescue centre, I was feeling unsure and unsafe; Though Robin had said this quote was quicker, she had not mentioned the positioning of a brothel within. I thought about Christopher waiting for me, his top hat upon his head, and cane in hand. My journey was an impolite one, I thought about how I could retell this small part of my journey to Christopher. Upon walking, the woman that lined the alley doused in seduction. I walked faster, I needed to reach Christopher, my hand started to shake with excitement but also with fear. i tried not to make it obvious that I was hurrying; I did not want to draw attention to myself. The underskirt of my dress became heavy with the damp of the newly fallen snow. I glanced behind me, Men wearing trench coats and top hats started to gather along the alley that I had passed alongside the late night ladies. I saw the end of the alley nearing, the light of the town and the misty sound of drunks became that of relief. I gripped hold of my dress, lifting it off of the snow to avoid stains from the town’s dark and dirty roads. A wanted to see Christopher waiting for me; I felt overwhelming excitement as I approached the end of the alley. I left behind the sound of screaming and giggling woman, and men’s whistles and groans.

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