A Tale of Two Choices
Dorothea and Jane had spent nights whispering about what they would do if they ever managed to escape the Workhouse. They created fantasies out of dreams based on illusions. Jane longed to open a flower shop so that she could sell lillies to fine ladies. Dorothea wanted to search for her family. Neither knew where to start.
They ran out to the front door into the street and continued to run to the centre of London without stopping to catch a breath. Jane collapsed in a coughing heap at the foot of a statue of a forgotten general in a large square.
"We're lost, Dorothea," spluttered Jane. "Where are we going?"
Dorothea was far from certain. Escaping had seemed like a good idea but there was no plan with which to follow it up.
She looked around the square, which was alive with the hustle of city life. A few yards away was a young woman selling lavender. Further on was a Peeler dressed in blue.
They ran out to the front door into the street and continued to run to the centre of London without stopping to catch a breath. Jane collapsed in a coughing heap at the foot of a statue of a forgotten general in a large square.
"We're lost, Dorothea," spluttered Jane. "Where are we going?"
Dorothea was far from certain. Escaping had seemed like a good idea but there was no plan with which to follow it up.
She looked around the square, which was alive with the hustle of city life. A few yards away was a young woman selling lavender. Further on was a Peeler dressed in blue.