PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox
A lump of dirt presses into Mei’s ribs. Slabs of sunlight between the alley shed’s slats light strips of her hollow-cheeked face as she curls behind old tires. What will Jinn, her ten-year-old son, scout out and bring back to her today? Jinn comes home late after scavenging dumpsters and leaves before dawn each morning, to where he knows which cooks give morsels to hungry children.
Jinn hasn’t returned in three days. Mei drowses and smiles, remembering her mother’s restaurant. So many bowls, always full. Such delicious aromas.
The shed owner found Mei’s body and spat.
“Another stinking refugee!”
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the creative host of Friday Fictioneers.