Ragged School
How things used to be and mostly still are.
The sign shows it’s proper name, Orphanage, but in Victorian England everyone calls them Ragged Schools. They’re called that because we, the poor, unkempt children, the industrial revolutions detritus are sent here to live and learn skills that will be used in the factories. The only presents we receive come on Boxing Day when the rich bring us their leftovers and a piece of coal to burn for warmth.
Today is Easter Sunday and a miracle has happened. Not only do we have the day off, but someone has left us chocolate eggs. We are truly blessed.
About the Creator
Mark Gagnon
I have five published books: Mitigating Circumstances, Short Stories for Open Minds, Short Stories from an Untethered Mind, Unmitigated Greed, and Short Stories to Spark the Imagination.
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