11-28-2019, 06:22 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-28-2019, 07:52 AM by Alice Appleton.)
Content warning: Substance abuse
It was foolish for a young woman to be this far upstream alone. Alice stood at the river side, holding on to a tree to keep herself up. A cream cotton bag lay some feet away and a glass bottleneck was sticking out. The girl's worn and somewhat oversized clothes distinguished her as one of the working class, the shawl which had fallen down on her shoulders as a fishing girl. Her red-brown hair was tied in a bun, but strings of greasy hair had escaped and she had not cared to smooth them. In fact, she seemed hardly aware of her environment, but looked utterly tormented by some kind of pain. Her face was sickly pale. Suddenly, she bent over and vomited.
It was foolish for a young woman to be this far upstream alone. Alice stood at the river side, holding on to a tree to keep herself up. A cream cotton bag lay some feet away and a glass bottleneck was sticking out. The girl's worn and somewhat oversized clothes distinguished her as one of the working class, the shawl which had fallen down on her shoulders as a fishing girl. Her red-brown hair was tied in a bun, but strings of greasy hair had escaped and she had not cared to smooth them. In fact, she seemed hardly aware of her environment, but looked utterly tormented by some kind of pain. Her face was sickly pale. Suddenly, she bent over and vomited.
