Saturday, June 30, 2012

Part 35

I sat on a tree stump next to her.

''So what happened at the convention?''

''I wasn't around as well, I was supposed to spend this christmas with my Dad but he eventually let go''.

By this time the sun had gone down not in it 's setting but it's intensity: a large cloud was in the way. In the exterior of the field, I could make a village dweller trying to start a fire to destroy the dried up weed gathered in heaps, ten metres apart each.

He had a match stick: one of the items we provide for them when we are out and about on welfare outreach. He struck it twice before it lit up, and in his stooping position leaned forward to light a part of the heap.

He would do this heap after heap until the last one, before I would look away.

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