In case yhu havent pless yo thumb under de umblerra for my story, pls do so. Tomorrows d deadline. Thanks Thrown-Away Child. I watch her approach. She carries the tray and limps towards where she knows I am waiting. I pat my pockets for my money. It’s there. My stomach growls. I ignore hunger’s familiar pangs. I ignore the voice in my head telling me the help I am thinking of giving is wrong. I ignore the thump-thump of my heart pounding against my ribcage like an enraged captive. Her name’s Mara, she’s twelve. Everyday, she passes my house with the tray of peeled oranges on her head. Everyday I buy fifty naira worth of oranges with money stolen from mama, because she told me if she sells less than an hundred naira worth, her step-mother will beat her. She sees me and waves, I wave back. Even before she reaches me, I know what I’ll see. A dirty dress with loose threads flapping in the wind like miniature wings, healing welt marks on her arms crisscrossed by fresh ones. Click the link to read more, and drop a vote if u please. etisalatprize/story-title-thrown-away-child/
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 19:11:53 +0000
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