OldSchoolRPer
Moon
- Joined
- Sep 6, 2009
It was a hot March day in the African town of Mbuto. Of course, as Elizabeth thought, there hardly was any other kind of day in this God-forsaken place. Except for perhaps two months during the rainy season, when it was comparatively mild, but wet.
She had taken the car to the market, bringing her daughter Audrey with her to help her shop. She was trying not to think too much of the political situation, with unrest growing by the day. Surely, she thought, the Crown would send some troops soon to put down the growing black insurgency. The radio in the car was broken--which she regarded as a blessing, not having to hear any more dismal news.
She pulled into the market, beckoning Audrey to join her. It was an open-air market, where one could buy all sorts of food and supplies, especially if one had British currency rather than the local money. And, thanks to her husband, she did.
She and Audrey got to the stalls. There seemed to be a hubbub of conversation, even more so than usual. Audrey then spoke. "Mother, I don't see the guards. Aren't there usually guards at the foregate there?" She gestured to a round, squat building at the head of the market square, where there were usually four or five British soldiers. The men were missing. So was the Union Jack....
"I think we should leave. Mother?"
She had taken the car to the market, bringing her daughter Audrey with her to help her shop. She was trying not to think too much of the political situation, with unrest growing by the day. Surely, she thought, the Crown would send some troops soon to put down the growing black insurgency. The radio in the car was broken--which she regarded as a blessing, not having to hear any more dismal news.
She pulled into the market, beckoning Audrey to join her. It was an open-air market, where one could buy all sorts of food and supplies, especially if one had British currency rather than the local money. And, thanks to her husband, she did.
She and Audrey got to the stalls. There seemed to be a hubbub of conversation, even more so than usual. Audrey then spoke. "Mother, I don't see the guards. Aren't there usually guards at the foregate there?" She gestured to a round, squat building at the head of the market square, where there were usually four or five British soldiers. The men were missing. So was the Union Jack....
"I think we should leave. Mother?"