Retrubutionist777

“Well, aint’chu a pretty ‘un.”  She could smell alcohol on the man’s breath as he grunted in a thick cockney accent.   “Whadaya mean?  Ya can’t see anyfing wif dat hat an’ scarf.”  His companion slurred.  He made to take off Nora’s hat as she slapped his hand away.  “Ho ho ho, feisty ‘un we got ‘ere.” The first thug smiled drunkenly.  “Now what is a tiny woman like yerself doin’ dressed like an urchin?”  He gestured at the dirty grey man clothes Nora wore, a couple sizes too big so it hung on her slim