Friday, 21 November 2014

A Cradle Made Of Silk -short story

The scorching Maltese sun was directly overhead. There was no shade to be found anywhere along the deserted dusty road. The incessant droning of the cicadas shattered the aberrant silence. Kelina slowed her steps almost to a standstill as she mechanically shifted her sleeping son from her right hip to the left one.  The boy stirred in her arms. 

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