Trapped

Outside the icy, freezing wind roars through the bony, witches fingers like trees and the delicate streets of London.Inside the, forgotten, rotting workhouse, the demoralised, petrified, distraught children wait despondent for the dawning of another depressing, monotonous day. Amelia , a creative girl ,pulled her shall over her shoulders tightly, in hope for a bit more warmth.She sat by the window ledge looking out of the window imagining how good it will feel to be free.