Fiction

The children came running; they disturbed the calm, dry sand beneath their feet. A curtain of brown dust rose behind them as they followed the winding way to the village square. They inhaled vigorously. Their tongues forked against the coming air hoping to recuperate some energy.


It was very unusual for little children to interrupt the meeting of the elders. No, not in the village-square where my fellow town's men and I had gathered for a discussion on the upcoming New-Yam ...