I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
Someone posted a few days back "Winter Wonderland". I guess as they were happy for all the snow they got. They asked us to comment and BE DESCRIPTIVE-! So I was.
A Matter of Perspective[b][u][/u][/b]
Her young bones shivered in the unrelenting cold. The snow of the past few days cut through her threadbare clothing making her wet and cold;she longed for a warm fireplace or pit of which one was not to be had.
The tattered rags she wore barely covered her young , lithe frame and try as she might, she tried to smile through the tears;a vain attempt. Any semblance of what they once were or even the design the manufacturer had intended were long gone. She was a beggar, a waif, a scion of society and, at 6, she doubted she see woudl see her 10th birthday. London, HER London, that is the London of 1806 could be cruel to those with out any means for support.
But none of that mattered now. Now she just wished she had someplace to go and where she would be wanted cared for, attended to and educated as a proper girl should be. Somewhere far from the hell her young years had seen so far. She longed to be held in the arms of another and to have a long cry in the shoulders of one who cared. Someplace far form the horrors of winter and the cursed snow it brought.
She forced a smile and wiped her nose with her elbow, sneezing as the blustery winds cut through her and the snow continued to fall. For this was the age of cholera and the yearly epidemic. She wondered , unseen, as if a spirit, through the cobblestone streets of London looking, hoping-and praying for one that may show her a bit of daily compassion. A few morsels of food, here or there, were all she got;leftovers from ones that saw, but pretended NOT to see her. For three years, since the untimely death of her last known relatives she had been a vagabond to the streets.
The medical attention she needed would never come as sometime after the visit of Father Christmas but before the beginning of the new year she would be found dead in a lonely alleyway off the Thames.
Her frozen, stiff body (still with a faint smile) almost completely buried in snow.
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A wonderland to some may be hell on Earth for others. It's all a matter of perspective.
