Diary of an Englishman

By Elaine Dawkins

December 2, 1828

As seen on the gloom and only by those willing to bear the sludgy, dark streets, life may be seen as one long road, never changing, all the same shade of gray……until, that is,……one looks closer and sees that life, day in and day out, is….really….made of many shades of gray….very different….

" I came down this read myself on an evening much like this. The tiny, narrow streets seemed choked with hanging laundry ( looking mightily unwashed), garbage cans holding reeking fumes, and the homeless huddled in the nooks and crannies shivering in the mist and wet. It appeared to be just as every other slum street I had visited. You see, I worked for an orphanage on the other end of town and I had been called out to answer a certain plea. I had been asked to investigate a child abuse case. I've done this a hundred times at least, but this one was odd……for it had not been called into question by a man or woman, but a mere child. The same one, I believed, to be the subject of that wrath and abuse……"

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