A Workhouse Christmas

The sun was trying to break through the clouds and somewhere in amongst the clamour of rattling carts and bawling market traders, she could just make out a blackbird's song. Her slight body was constantly taking knocks as people pushed past, but Lily loved the jostling. She was amongst. real people; people with purposeful lives and families to go home to. A fragrance of baking bread was in the air.