Thursday, 12 May 2016

Red Light On The Hill

She had maybe fifteen names she used regularly, but the one on her paperwork was Jane Smith.

Others might read into that, others might wonder if having such a boring name and boring childhood attached to it had led her to this life, spending hours with lonely men, fulfilling their desires for money.

But she knew better. She knew it wasn’t fate or any crap like that. Just simple logic.

After all, in this town, the best a woman could hope for was to find a good man and get married.

Someone had to look after the rest of them…

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