*Frannie*
“’ere! ’e’s over ’ere!”
I quicken my step, striving to keep up with the boy who grabbed my hand on the street and pulls me into the alleyway. I was almost finished making my nightly rounds at the rookeries, searching for children in need of what I have to offer when the lad approached me.
“You the red angel what takes boys to a better place?” he asked, no doubt referring to the shade of my hair. I wear it loose and wild when I come to this area of Blackrock city because I know it distinguishes me from others.
I feel gratified to know that I’m developing a reputation for helping the children. So far, I have managed to take in only eight, but word is apparently spreading that I provide a safe haven. “I am. Do you want to come with me?”
“Nah, but Mick… I think ’e’s dyin’.”
