In the mansion beyond the red brick wall fires crackled, tables groaned with food and servants fetched and carried. Daily, footmen prepared the master’s carriage for his visit to the factory where he walked between clanging machines, his loyal workers stooping as he passed.
Days were good back then.
Five scruffy urchins played in the dust whilst their mother prepared scraps of food. If her husband caught enough rats today, he’d earn a shilling with which to buy more food tomorrow. Soon their eldest son would be six and strong enough to sweep the chimneys of the mansion beyond the red brick wall.
Days were dark back then.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to Ronda Del Boccio for the picture.