LOST CHILDREN
Aug 04, 2022
5 minutes
Story by guest author J M Miro
Illustration by Katie M Green
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The first time Eliza Grey laid eyes on the baby was at dusk in a slow-moving railway wagon on a rain-swept stretch of the line three miles west of Bury St Edmunds, in Suffolk, England. She was sixteen years old, unlettered, unworldly, with eyes dark as the rain, hungry because she had not eaten since the night before last, coatless and hatless because she had fled in the dark without thinking where she could run to or what she might do next. Her throat still bore the marks of her employer’s thumbs, her ribs the bruises from his boots. In her belly grew his baby, though she did not know it yet. She had left him for dead in his nightshirt with a hairpin standing out of his eye.
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