The Girl That Worked on The Market, a drabble by Lisa Williams at
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The Girl That Worked on The Market

The Girl That Worked on The Market

written by: Lisa Williams



Outside the market the world still slept. Revellers stumbled by shouting bawdy comments, but she carried on working without a flinch. They meant nothing. It meant nothing. It paid the bills: that vast pile of never decreasing ever increasing bills.
She didn’t have a pricelist. Prices were usually whispered into an ear when the customer asked how much. It varied to be honest depending on how well off, drunk, and clean they looked.
When the first of the market traders arrived, she left quietly for home; glad she didn’t have to take punters to the flat where her toddler slept.

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