Her Kasa: A Short, Short Story

Rolly Crump, Painting
Rolly Crump


She held her kasa as one would a sword
Her protector from sun and rain, spun in gold
Black hair wind swept, heavy as her thoughts
Sleepy eyes, Snake eyes, Skin cool as ice
She was waiting, watching, anticipating
Her feet bound tightly, afraid to walk
She had but one shoe, the other had dropped




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