WORLDWIDE | Thursday, 12 Apr 2012 | Views [206] | Scholarship Entry
The more I wriggled it, the more the splinter sank into my soft un-calloused finger. I stuck the offending digit into my mouth and sat, taking in the sturdy, grey cinder block houses rolling over the low hills. Below me, a mother hung dripping wet laundry ... Read more >
Tags: Travel Writing Scholarship 2012
