Enjoying the hustle and bustle; she fluidly headed towards the egg stall. Meg and her daughter smiled happily as they watched her sashaying towards them. The casual, yet seemingly exaggerated movement of hips and shoulders were quite mesmerising. The decreasing azure shades of her flowing dress blending together hypnotically, so that Kubaba appeared to be a graceful river approaching.
Meg’s daughter studied the movements; impatient to go to the fields in the afternoon to practice with her friends. All the young girls wanted to mimic something about Kubaba. Yet, Kubaba never gave her secrets away, they had to be earned.
©CMA 2018
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 