He props himself up on his elbows, smiling down at her.
But most of all,
he places one hand gently on her forehead,
I love this.
What a terribly vivid imagination you have!
His tone grows mischievous.
My little village girl…
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The Village Girl
Excerpt
The paraffin lamp created long, elongated shadows that ran up and down the cheap dirt walls.
On the ground, straw was scattered over a makeshift mattress made up of flattened cardboard boxes.
Poverty and desperation hung heavily in the warm night air.
Kneeling and barefoot, her nakedness covered by a threadbare sack, the little village girl begged.
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