THAT BLUSTERY DAY
The winds started howling, as though the clouds were attempting to breathe life into the dry land. The signal turned red. Her bare feet made contact with the hot concrete roads. Gulping in the heat that pierced through her feet, she stopped alongside her first potential buyer, only to receive a rude hand signal asking her to move towards the road ahead. Lugging around, with all that she could sell, she made her way through rows and rows of cars, but couldn’t sell anything. The signal eventually turned green and she had to make her way back to the humungous tree that was her shelter, waiting for the next round of vehicles. The clouds swayed low, hovering on top of the dry land. There was a heavy downpour. However, in order to feed herself, she had to sell more. A while after, the signal turned red. Just when she was stepping off the footpath and onto the waterlogged road, she saw him. He worked at multiple signals. Every day, he went to work at a new signal, as though starting afr...