The small caravan of bundled cargo now brought forth hastily into the blinding light of day. XXX The first woman receiving a blow from it across her breast. Over his bare shoulder was a rope tightly digging into the flesh of his shoulder. Their once white skin now peppered gray over red stripes now from the gathering dust of shovelfuls of tossed coal growing slowly blacker. Slowly mastering the feeding of the insatiable raging infernos behind the glowing red iron mouths of each boiler to burn a little hotter. Cecelia’s head crammed awkwardly for a moment upon the pulsating belly of the injured woman who now was fighting for breath. A gleeful cry rising up from within. Ones that vied in a near to equal robustness to her own bodice and hips.
