Stopped at the Border
Stopped at the BorderCindy Williams rubbed the grit from her eyes and tried to see through the dust cloud cloaking the bus as it shuddered its way towards the border post at Tengani. The only white person aboard, the eighteen year olds’ short blonde hair, blue eyes and honey gold tan had made her an object of curiosity for the other travellers over the exhausting thirteen hours of the journey to the border. Trying to ignore the blatant stares, she was thankful that, for once, she’d listened to...