A Dangerous Game Indeed

My banner swayed high above the heads of my fellow suffragettes. The London streets were alive with screams, shouts and violence. This seemed more like a bloodbath rather than a march. Why was it so hard to fathom our simple request?... Women's rights to vote.

My name; dear reader, is Elouise Trapman .I am 24 years old...Old enough to vote. That is, if I were a man.

My skirt blew to the left (as was the direction of the wind) and my shirt flapped about, my collar brooch hitting my throat slightly as my shirt moved. I had gotten out of the house as early as was possible this morning, so my hair was still in bed braids... This was most inconvenient.

My parents would blow a gasket if they knew I was here. They support me in everything I do, they love me dearly... That is the problem. They know how dangerous this march is, rather, they knew before it even happened. My brother Frederick is actually a member of Parliament, which is not the most desirable of situations as you can imagine...

I thought about my family for a moment before a mass of blonde curls and bright green eyes postponed my thoughts. Nancy. she was that sort of person, pleasant enough, but lacking boundaries... I looked at my dear friend in irritation waiting for something either hilarious or placid to come out of her small mouth.

"Did you not hear what they have been doing to us?! They have started to force feed us in the prisons. It's preposterous!..." she exclaimed. You see reader... Obviously this force feeding lark has been going on for months now... Nancy isn't the most intelligent of creatures, but she has the drive and ideas that excel our protests... She also has a brother that is also in parliament.

I nodded and pulled out today's paper from my satchel that was hung over my shoulder.

" Nancy, I have seen this mornings news. This has been going on for a while..." I added as I scanned the article.

"They where asking for a war, we are the foe of all males, I have seen the propaganda they put up of us! I certainly have no care for children, make-up or money"-

"Nancy please calm down!"

She nodded and we ducked out of the march and into a left alley... I wasn't up for violence today o be quite honest... Nancy continued on:

"I prefer politics myself, I mean why do you think My undergarments are always below me, I sleep with the parliamentarians in order to get information, I'm sort of a secret s-"

"Slag?"

"FOR THE CAUSE!"

I shook my head and threw the newspaper to the ground.

"Elle, what do we do now?" Nancy asked . I didn't really know what to do to be frank. All of a sudden the police whistles started to ring throughout whatever street we were on.

"Home."

And with that, we both ran all the way back to my home in Westminster.