Re: Chapter 1: Third Class Compartment
"Please, call me Georgia", Mrs. Taylor said as they rattled past the dog track, a quantity of new housing and then the vast Ind Coope Brewery with its railway sidings before coming to stop at Romford station.
The group of them stepped out the train, the last of them closing the door behind him. They could hear the succession of doors being slammed shut as others got out and did the same, followed by a cry of "all aboard!", a guard's whistle and then another whistle as the train pulled out of the station to their right.
Descending the stairs, a ticket inspector was waiting to collect their used tickets. Just beyond this, a young man was standing next to a shoe shine stand, ready for another who wanted shiny shoes.