Prompt #25: Strangers
Nemo, Bleak House
They pass in the street. He doesn't know his little girl. He never knew he had a little girl. That time when he was a man and the beautiful Miss Barbary looked on him with approval is so far behind and drowned in a haze of opium that he thinks it was a dream. Now he goes from opium den to pub, sometimes alert enough to give his last change to the streetsweeper before he spends it on opium, and he will never know that the lovely young lady who passed him in the street once is his little girl.
