NEW YORK STREETS - JUNE 1903
The crisp night air chills your ears, all the way down to your toes.
You are hurrying home after the most hanging evening with your dear Mildred, in your male clothes.
You could probably be nocturnal by now, you spend so much time wandering around in the night, after even the cats have retired home.
A sudden footstep behind you breaks the silence.
No one would mess with a man, you don’t need to be afraid, you try to reassure yourself, but years of catcalling on the shady New York streets has stiffened your body and made your demeanour become timid.
The step comes again and it takes all you can to not whip your head around and peer into the dark. Should you run?
No sooner had this thought made itself visible than you were grabbed from behind, a baton shoved over your throat, a hand clasped over your mouth. “Mary Ruth Allen, you are under arrest.”
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A/N - Uh oh what's happening?
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MASKED ~completed~
Historical FictionA historical story about a young woman who is in love with another woman, but has to make sacrifices in order to be with her. A novelette / short story written by yours truly x
