Rashid counted his leftover weekly pocket allowance. He regretted his illicit greediness over his daily pani pooris. His nine year old’s imagination, allowance and savings were limited.
As Jim whistled for his goats to hurry along the track, he saw the sky darkening. Snowy, the youngest kid in the herd, left her mother and leapt into his arms. Stroking her soft head, Jim was momentarily transported into the past.
As Tim passed the Qubec lake on the way to his farm, he felt nostalgic. Relieving his past memories, he clearly remembered the day when his dad brought him on his first fishing trip to the lake.
The bathroom beckoned her exhausted frame. She sank into the scented water despairing of her financial woes and the 50k loan falling due the very next day.
The ruined castle sat atop the craggy hill looking down at the sea. Amy, the amateur photographer for the local tabloid entered the castle with all the excitement of taking out the trash daily.