Irene leaves home

 

She wrapped her thin coat around her tightly against the chill in the morning air. It was a dull day with a little frost on the street. She walked through the neat rose of houses built for heroes And still knew and well kept by their proud owners. Past neighbours she knew and had known since their days in Saint pancreas towards the new refurbished underground station. It wasn’t overground underground until it arrived in London. Here in Dagenham Essex, everything was so much more rural and it was the best place for her sister’s health. Yeah, I felt sharp on her breath when she proved it into her lungs like ice crystals hanging in the air. The sound of her feet in her new shine shoes tapping on the pavement.

It was still quiet at the station, but busy on the porters were friendly. The platform offered a little more shelter from the cold.

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