I was running, running through the night, along the isolated street, the moon glistening far away. I was out of breath, but I still kept running. My feet were aching. I looked back to check whether they were still on my trail.
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No one. I thought. I slowed down, and reached a dimly lit house. I wonder if the ones living here can help me. I approached the wooden front door, which was so old it looked like it might fall off any moment. I knocked on the door, very slowly.
" Who's 'ere ? ", came a rasy voice. A woman's voice. I cleared my throat. " Erm..., I would like to talk. I need help..", I replied.
After a moment's silence, I heard footsteps approach the door. The doorknob rattled and opened with a small creak. A frail looking old lady, wearing a faded green dress looked at me.
"Yes ? ", she said. " I can explain everything. I need a place to stay but I will pay money. But please understand that first I need to find a job. - " I said. " - Please help me..", I added, tears forming in my eyes.
"Oh dear...", the women looked suddenly concerned. " Come in ,Come in..".
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The next few days were chaotic. I went from place to place, shop to shop, all around town looking for a job. I was in the need of money. I was desperate. But no one was willing to offer a job for me. People simply said " There are no vacancies, we have enough of employers".
I sighed. This town is so small having 2-3 workers is more than enough for a shop. No wonder. I thought. There was only one place remaining to check. I was desperate so I tried it. The town pub. It was called ' The Shackerson '. A huge building built with bricks towering over me. The entrance was huge as well. It looked like a giant guard standing infront of the pub. I took the front steps and then I opened the huge door.
It was filled with thousands of men drinking, chatting, even some verbally fighting. Then one of them noticed me and yelled, " 'Ere who is this eh ?". Thousands of heads turned towards me. The whole Shackern fell silent. The same man continued, " Well, 'o is this little lady over 'ere ?. " Are ye lost ? ", he asked in a mocking sort of manner. I cleared my throat. "I'm Emeline Olsen and I'm looking for a job here", I said to the silent spectators.
The man, who now I noticed, was in their early 60s, approached me with a sly smile over his face.
" A job.. eh ? Ere..? ", he asked, this time very slowly. " Umm.. yes .." , I started to feel very uncomfortable. He turned to face the others in the hall. " Did ye 'ear 'er ? She wants a job 'ere. This pretty 'un. We're lucky lads.", he turned to face me again.
" So...when do yeh wanna start ? ", he asked with that sly smile on his face.
