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Saviour was making her hungry.

There was no food to eat, apart from biscuits. Sweat dripped from her forehead, over her nose and onto her t-shirt. As she sat high on the large rock above the swirling river flowing left to right, all her swirling brain could think of was Saviour swimming against the current. And hunger.

Behind her, a hill climbed steeply upwards from the river, decorated with a dense rainforest, along with leeches and elephants for company. That’s where they would be going. It would be a long day yet, before anyone could call it a night.

Hunger could wait — there would be no saviour today.


Published by appamprawns

soni writes about children and people in controlled spaces, in his quest for appam stew. homi writes in the hope of being able to buy prawns to make patiyo.

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