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Their instinct told them not to go into the village. They would not find help there. The villagers knew about the camp, yet nobody had come to help, except those women, once. And besides, the village was too close to the camp. They might meet a person who would send them right back there. They turned their backs and walked away, keeping close to the tall grass by the side of the road. If only they could drink something, thought the girl. She felt faint with thirst, with hunger.
They walked for a long time, pausing and hiding when they heard an occasional car, a farmer taking his cows home. Were they going in the right direction? She didn't know. But at least, she knew they were heading farther and farther away from the camp. She looked at her shoes. They were falling apart. Yet they had been her second best pair. The pair for special occasions, like birthdays and the cinema and visiting friends. She had bought them last year with her mother. It seemed so long ago. Like another life. The shoes were too small now. They pinched her toes.
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Finally.
She Turned her back.
She was getting away. Finally
Where was she going?
She didn't know.
No one would come looking.
She knew that.
She was falling apart.
It seemed so long ago.
Much like another life.
She turned back.
Worried at what she might see.
It was gone now.
She was getting finally away.Finally.
I like how you took something specific and made it apply to several situations.
ReplyDeleteYeah, this post can apply to a lot of different situations and people so that can make it really personal, which is good. I like the "...worried what she might see." Nice job!
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