June Contest

The Old Woman at the Window

As I sat in the bus looking out the window, an old woman who tied a faded blue wrapper, with slippers that looked like it had seen all the streets of Lagos walked past the window, a bowl which contained cold soft drinks were resting on her head with her two hands balancing it, exposing a huge hole on her grey dirty blouse.
“Coke come!” I hissed drawing her attention as she walked back to my window.
“Ada! Who are you talking to?” My sister tapped me, looking out the window.
The old woman smiled at me, revealing decayed teeth.


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