From a novel ‘River Country’, by Emily Fowke A few metres down the road from the hospital the afternoon sun had begun to make a Fruit Seller’s produce perish and she was tiring fast after so many hours at the busy roadside. Her smartest working dress felt heavy and sticky upon her shoulders and she had been feeling the thick sweat patches under her arms for several hours. There was a point when it could start to feel desperate standing there lik…
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