Nell Endicott (faceismyfortune) wrote in thedarkera, @ 2015-05-02 20:00:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | owainn, z-detective, z-dirty bird, z-nell |
and neither have I wings to fly...
Nell knew about the curfew. Even if she'd somehow managed to miss the official word on the matter, every publican, barmaid, and trollop had been complaining about it. Even so, here she was, out on the game in clear violation of the law. A girl had to make a living somehow, didn't she?
The thick fog made eerie blue-white halos around the few streetlights down here along the Thames and distorted the sounds coming off the water. Ordinarily the yellow glow of a hand-held lantern bobbing along accompanied by the heavy tread of feet would have had Nell scurrying for the shadows of the nearest alley, but her head throbbed and her thoughts were sluggish. Lately it seemed that no matter how long she slept, she woke exhausted, skull packed full of the same fog that coiled up from the river and clogged the street. By the time she noticed the familiar form in the John Bull hat, he'd already seen her.
"Bloody hell," she muttered.