by Brigid Plunder » Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:13 pm
Brigid got up with the sunrise the morning after the attack on Big Ben. Without so much as a word to anyone, she headed down to the Thames to wash up.
Presently, her clothes are piled on the shore as she scrubs the soot and blood of the previous day off. However, the machete thrust into the embankment looks like it's within easy reach.