Dan Holden's Creative Writing
by Dan Holden
She looked over her shoulder, to the top of the lush hill above her village. A dark blue cloud was moving quickly down the hill, and rain was already cascading heavily into the dense jungle growth. Within minutes it would be upon her, and the street would be a muddy wash of running water.
She quickened her pace even as she wrapped her little jacket over the paper bag of groceries. Others in the village were also ducking into doorways and lean-tos, anticipating the worst.
Lightening lit up the trees behind the village and a roll of thunder boomed down at her from behind, moving her bare feet that much faster. She practically ran up the step to the house she shared with her aunt and her aunt’s mother in law. She knew only the older woman would be there, watching eight or ten of the village toddlers.
She spilled into the room just as the grandmother took the last piece of clothing off of a child and held him up naked to a webcam sitting on a chair next to where she squatted on the floor.
“Tana! What the hell are you doing!?” she demanded, but she already knew. She could see the man’s image on the computer screen on the table, peering as if inspecting the child closely.
The old lady barely acknowledged her, putting the child down but not bothering to cover him again. She just reached up to the computer mouse with one hand and shut off the window into the man’s world, wherever it was that he lived.
The children all looked at Tana, and then at Malwa, waiting to see who would be the first to tell them what to do next.
But Malwa only took her son by the hand and walked him into their room.
“Come here,” she said, “I have food for us.”
Author’s note: This is an excerpt from the sequel to my current screenplay.