The footpath leading to the lake where she walked barefoot with the red soil discolouring her bronze skin. As the dust rises, she hopes to emerge as its daughter waiting to be uplifted by the wind. She looked back at her footsteps imprinted in the sand wondering if her ancestors had embossed their footprints too. … Continue reading Prose/Short Story: Red Soil (Micro Fiction)
Prose/Short Story: Red Soil (Micro Fiction)
