KARII

Prolouge

The milk lady measures out thirty shilling worth of milk which she then ladles into a plastic bag that she hands to me along with a smile that doesn't seem to buckle under the weight on her shoulders.I'd like to say I understand it but I don't. So, I stretch my face this way and that way until it settles into a friendly mask.
It's then that I set out on a brisk walk towards home. Darkness seems to have caked and settled in various street corners as it wafts on my way ahead. I easily navigate due to my night vision. Jumping over streams of shit and sewage while listening intently to the world around me. It is then that I hear her distinctive heartbeat as I turn the corner up my street.
I take a deep breath and relax my petite frame into a nonlachant posture. I approach my frail wooden door as I keep a keen eye on the form looming in the shadows across the street. A quick rattle allows my entry into my tin roof shack where I deposit my pile of food and bags of joy. I then lay down on my makeshift bed where I once again tune into the sounds around me.