Mangled Shoes

Untitled Part 31

The strangers walked away silently. It was more beneficial that they did not make her a victim.

She heard their footsteps and, with a sigh of relief, opened her eyes to see that they had departed. Deborah felt something hollow come from a bass that resembled a tympan or a drum honking. A rolling ball of thunder, perhaps? From a distance, the sound seemed like loose, broken hardware coming from an automobile, which gave way to a heightened 'Moo' sound.

A cow was standing in the center of the road. She rushed up, attempting to get her equilibrium back. No matter what kind of car she took off in, she would have one. This was one of those "US! We were going!" situations.

This time, she had her bags on her back and was standing close to the traffic. Maybe she could get a ride in this car. She was going to give them money for the lift. Nothing is for Mahala, so to say nothing in life is truly free.

They had torn apart and scattered all of humanity into the dust. The entire human race vanished with the wind. It was now several hours later, and there were still no kombies to be found. This was a far cry from what she had imagined.This was a far cry from what she had imagined.

It came with a life or a body if it didn't have a cost. In more extreme situations, like Deborah's, it arrived with a lifeless body. She could still see well enough to be able to run across the woods in case something happened.

We prayed nothing happened further, at least not until she reached Gooms. What, then, were these standards of humanity and care of which they spoke so audaciously? When the automobile eventually got to Deborah, her hitchhiking hand gesture had nearly killed her arm.

What chance did it have of being another peodophile? Or the three eerie strangers, perhaps.

"Ride or die," she thought out loud. A turquiose Izuzu rattled to a stop. It began to clank, and unexpectedly, something boomed.

"Yes madam? Where are you headed?" The strange man said this as he grinned at Deborah.

He had his two girls with him. A pair! Nasim and Jasmine

"How are you, sir? How are you and your two daughters? Please, sir, will you give them a lift to Windhoek?"

"To Windhoek? What business do you have there, young lady?"

"Well, nothing really; I'm merely doing a social experiment trying to see if there's any goodwill or good faith left in humanity."

He had had enough of making fun of the troubled child. He had had enough of making fun of the troubled child. He was a little worried about her safety. It became much more of his social responsibility after running into her. It became much more of his social responsibility after running into her.

"I'm headed to Wanaheda Okuvare Street."

She barely stopped to catch her breath.

"I will compensate you for the burden once we get there." Deborah said this while finally catching her breath.

"Alright, get in. You do realize you are a bit too young to be speaking like that." Said the man.

Deborah first looked at the man and then his twins. She dared ask who was the youngest of the two five-year-olds who had twisted cornrows. The sixteen-year-old had a rather dreadful life. She nearly responded to the man by saying, "All her life she had to fight."

However, she reckoned that his twins were watching. She smirked again with an afterthought.

 "Life is a bitch, and you can't fuck for free. People want to preach but can't even follow the Bible."