Filla bent down to wash her hair in the spring. To amuse her Ombi cheekily shouted to a passing white woman, ‘Longapela winim!’
Lady Southfields, asked the guide, ‘I'm sorry, what did he say?’
Looking at the ground, he replied, ‘Erm...him saying you looking good.’
She turned, rolled her eyes and smiled at Filla before continuing her walk.
Ombi laughed and trust his body to and fro before shouting, ‘Pilai wantaim meri?’
Lady Southfields would indeed but she preferred softer flesh.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.