A short story


Avella Write.

The first time Sara saw it was on a very hot day. The sun had been up since very early, and it was enjoying making everyone's lives miserable. More so, because it knew that a dry, noisy wind was blowing sand into people's faces and huts. It was a day, of the type, that made ordinary people understand other people's suicides.

Sara hated going to the mission, but her daughter from her second husband, insisted, coming up from her quarters at the station to fetch her. Sara only allowed herself to be dragged down to the place, so that she could collect the free food that the silly buggers gave away each week, imagine giving food away, it was so damn hard to get. The patrons must have been planning to trap the clan members, and wield the power of their one God over the people, by enticing them through their hunger.

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