VULTURES IN THE PLAYGROUND
Copyright 2011 by A. Sparrow, All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1: Monrovia
The harmattan had come and robbed the sky of its blue and its stars. The sinking sun, reduced to a fuzzy red orb, shimmered over a sea of zinc roofing. Even now, in the depths of dry season, the air was a dank and fetid sponge, pungent with wood smoke and burning plastic. Shadows of dead palms stretched like talons. Every surface, every child was coated in dust.