May 22, 2019
2 min read
Untouchable
A Short Story
“You are a pearl little girl,” said the hag on the road.
Mahira hadn’t been called “girl” in quite some time. She balanced the tray of food carefully on her cart, pushing it into the bazaar.
“Wait,” said the hag. She reached into her filthy satchel and extracted a stone. Her muddy fingers extended it to Mahira. The young woman cringed, and her nose crinkled at the…
