The bus latched forward to a sudden stop in the process emitting the dark smoke on its pipe, she was the first to jump out, her nose drinking to the almost eroded tarmac road, "God what happened to these men who promise us every five years to deliver good roads and everything their filthy glatonious minds and mouths can think of? Fuck you Mr politician" She yells as she slings the small faded brown sling bag over her shoulder, the canvas straps go across her right shoulder deciding the two medium-size breast covered by a brown wrinkled linen shirt down to her left side.She squint's to the side where she believes the road towards her village is, it's almost covered with grass and all sorts of weeds, she gives it a smirk. "You got to be kidding me, does everyone in our village use donkeys to the market?"A pregnant woman steps out of the old bus and taps her on the shoulder, young girl would mind holding this basket for me?"
Last Updated : 2020-10-19
