Vacation at Last

Even though school ended a month ago, I have had so much to do that this was the first week that actually felt like a vacation. The house is pretty much ready to go. So I relaxed. Haven't done that in awhile! I even had a chance to work a bit more on my story...

He was about four years old, his hair was cut so short it was almost shaved, and he had crusty streams of snot coming from his nose and eyes. He held up two grubby fists in Jack’s direction as if offering him a present and one of the women grabbed onto his shirt so he wouldn’t fall. 

The boy stuck up his thumb and said, “kelen.” He then stuck up a stubby index finger and said, “fila,” the third finger was “saba,” then, “naani, duruu, woro,” continuing until all ten digits were up in the air. 

Marcel, along with the ladies in the truck, were taken aback when Jack repeated precisely what the boy showed him. Had he studied this language before? He must have. So why was he here? The children just cheered and wanted more. Jack happily obliged. 

Week 35