Loosely based on my ancestors struggles in poverty stricken England.Beginning in circa 1885 Spitalfields, London England.Supporting documents I found on Ancestry attest to a harsh reality for women.Especially if they dared step out of the line of expected behaviour.This story is however labelled as a work of fiction. I have painted a long ago picture of what I imagined their lives to be like.
"The gaslight's flare could not touch these darkened,winding alleyways..."
"Shadows began to fill the alleys ,and streets.Black clouds continued to roll in, as if mocking me.Gas lamps flickered on and off, framing the street in a ghastly yellow light.Shops were closing and I sensed an underworld beginning to stir.I felt someone very close behind me.Fear tore at me and I tried to hurry...."
