Nellie settled into a corner seat, tucked her suitcase away, and wrapped her cloak against the pre-dawn chill, wincing as she felt the bruise where Annie had pinched her arm yet again.
Well, Annie could find another kitchen maid to bully now. Nellie smiled, imagining the ruckus as they discovered the fires unlit, the breakfast table not laid.
She imagined Annie’s horror when she found her secret treasure gone from under her mattress – all the pennies filched from the master’s trouser pockets as she washed and pressed them.
The whistle sounded, the train chugged away, and Nellie was free.
For Friday Fictioneers, kindly hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
I introduced the household Nellie’s escaping from a few weeks ago. If you’d like to revisit that story, you’ll find it here.