Mud City

Mud City — page 3
went outside and plunked herself down beside the doorway her back slumped against the wall Jasper her dog was taking up most of the sliver of shade by the hut He lifted his head a few inches off the ground in greeting but only for a moment It was too hot to do anything more The streets and walls of the camp were all made of mud which soaked up the heat like a bread oven baking everything inside including Shauzia Flies landed on her face hands and ankles Nearby the resident crazy woman rocked and moaned Remember when we were in the high pasture Shauzia asked Jasper Remember how cool and clean the air felt How we could hear birds singing not women moaning She reached under her chador to lift up her hair which was sticking to the back of her neck Maybe we should have stayed with the shepherds she said brushing off a fly and redraping her head and shoulders with the chador Maybe I should have kept my hair short like a boy’s instead of letting it grow back That was Mrs Weera’s idea Mrs Weera orders me around has dumb ideas and won’t even get me a decent pair of sandals Look at these She took off a sandal and showed it to Jasper who kept his eyes closed The sandal was barely held