Here's one from the October 2004 chronicles...
As she wipes the tears from her eyes with a swish of her sleeve, she picks the wilted flower from her hair, brushes a few petals off, and resumes her walk back home.
Back home to an unlit room with no windows. Back home to a father with no work. Back to her siblings with no food in their potbellied empty tummies. back to her mother who's pregnant with the fifth of her seemingly never-ending progeny. Back to a thankless life that holds no promise, no joy, no hope, no love.
She talks in warbled words and nobody cares. A long day ahead of her, she laughs at the butterfly that perches upon a soaped vessel, near her feet, and gets back to work.
3 comments:
u wrote this? my my. i am impressed, nice usage of words. ended too soon tho... elaborate on it a bit more if possible?
wooow....dis oen is particularly beautiful..the girl seems familiar but I know, I dont know her...really nice usgae of words...cud read it longer :)
this is so beautiful...
i visualised her and lived the moments with her...
this is expression at its best.
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