Mangled Shoes

Untitled Part 29

Goom was in and out of sleep. Deborah had said something that he had not heard. Just so he could hear the second.

"I'm going to need a place to stay once I arrive in Windhoek. It will only be for a few days." Deborah continued.

"Ah, okay, that should not be a problem. What's the part I missed?"

"I don't know how I am going to get to the city. I do not have any money."

Deborah gradually realized Goom was hardly an all-inclusive listener. Still, there was no denying that these two were missing each other.

"Okay, take a taxi."

"What do you mean by taking a taxi, Goom? I just told you I do not have any money."

"And I told you to take a taxi, Debbie, meaning I would pay here." He said it confidently.

"But a taxi? You meant a bus, right?

"Okay, Miss Daisy. Bus or taxi, whatever it is, take it, and I will pay once you get here." Goom cut the phone off and went back to bed.

"Did he just call me Miss Daisy? Urg humans." Deborah thought to herself while walking on the white gravel road.

She had covered almost 20 kilometers on foot. At last, a car passed her. Deborah was breathing heavily. Dust was all over her feet.

*Beep Beep, Beep Beep*

Deborah, unyielding, received a hoot from a blue Nissan.

"Hey! Where are you headed? Can I give you a lift?"

She had at least five kilometers in front of her. She was exhausted five kilometers before she reached the bus stop.

She needed a lift. Yet this has to be the section where you consider the hazards involved in accepting a lift from an unknown person. How likely is it that you will be abducted?

Deborah maintained the pace. Still, she wasn't walking because of those same feelings. Quite the reverse—she had a deja vu moment. She envisioned herself getting into the car at that very time, only for the unidentified man to return her to her grandmother's. She was not going to allow that to occur. She thought of them hitting her skin once more.

It looked like a long and exhausting trip ahead of her. Deborah was as stubborn as a mule yet determined to make a change. Someone had to do it.

"No, thank you, sir; I'll walk rather. Deborah answered the elderly man. I would guess he was in his late forties. bald, with flecks of gray starting to show in his beard.

He moistened his lips, looked away, and then stammered the words out.

"Okay, your loss, sister Betina; it is going to be a long walk to freedom." Then he winked.

"You pedophile! Sies man." Deborah said as she spat on the ground she walked on.

"Hehehe." The old man laughed as he stepped onto the clutch and continued driving.

Back in the village, everyone was searching for Deborah. They looked high and low. Kamma and Boy-Boy searched through the woods. While Unovara and Sukoo tried tracing footprints in the yard,

Their grandmother requested that the village employees go on a search and ensure she returned dead or alive. Preferably alive, that way she could instill some much-needed reprimandation.