Home.
Where was that?
Of course, she had one once, four years ago, but that was gone now.
Why was she in the place they called Cromwell's Refuge? Why wasn't she in her home?
Charlotte Sullivan sighed and looked out the barred window near her bunk. The full moon shone bright, and left Char feeling sad. Her comfort came in the form of her bunkmate, Mock Wisner.
"Ya know, Charlie, It's da same moon dere. I betcha dere looking at it, an wonderin were dere Charlotte is"
She smiled " Thanks Mock."
She left one last look out side, and lay down, and closed her eyes, leaving her in a deep slumber, dreaming of the home she left behind.
Mocks POV
He looked at the girl sleeping below him and sighed audibly.
Dere she is agin. She ken nevah git ta sleep witout thinkin of da place she left behind. Yeah, she's me best friend, but hits her faults she's here. If she didn't git in trouble in Albany, she'd already be home, but I guess old habits last, and she has a lot a dose. I like I' se should be talkin'. I still carry around da knife from da gang. Da Snakes. But tonight, I had ta give her comfort wit da moon. She had some weird obsession wit da moon. Good, she's snorin'. Dat means I ken go ta bed witout hearin her snifflin. Good night, Charlie.
Where was that?
Of course, she had one once, four years ago, but that was gone now.
Why was she in the place they called Cromwell's Refuge? Why wasn't she in her home?
Charlotte Sullivan sighed and looked out the barred window near her bunk. The full moon shone bright, and left Char feeling sad. Her comfort came in the form of her bunkmate, Mock Wisner.
"Ya know, Charlie, It's da same moon dere. I betcha dere looking at it, an wonderin were dere Charlotte is"
She smiled " Thanks Mock."
She left one last look out side, and lay down, and closed her eyes, leaving her in a deep slumber, dreaming of the home she left behind.
Mocks POV
He looked at the girl sleeping below him and sighed audibly.
Dere she is agin. She ken nevah git ta sleep witout thinkin of da place she left behind. Yeah, she's me best friend, but hits her faults she's here. If she didn't git in trouble in Albany, she'd already be home, but I guess old habits last, and she has a lot a dose. I like I' se should be talkin'. I still carry around da knife from da gang. Da Snakes. But tonight, I had ta give her comfort wit da moon. She had some weird obsession wit da moon. Good, she's snorin'. Dat means I ken go ta bed witout hearin her snifflin. Good night, Charlie.
