In the sweltering heat, under an overcast sky, Munni could tell she had arrived—the same dusty road, the scant vegetation, and the barren hills all around.
She recalled walking miles with her sister, carrying water, pausing only to wave at a passing train, dreaming of going to school one day.
That was before they moved to the city to live with their uncle after the parents passed away. How quickly the years had flown!
Suddenly, the sky roared. Munni looked up. As raindrops fell on her parched soul, it filled her with longing—for a home that never was.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers every week. Bloggers post their stories here and everyone ends up reading one another, including Rochelle who visits every post written— a fantastic encouragement for all the writers. If you’re interested, click here to read the amazing variety of narratives and storylines, inspired by the photo prompt.