Fiction in 58 is a meme I created a few years back to try and write tight, but with more focus. It’s 58 words, no more, no less. This is non-fiction.
She wears the weariness like a heavy cloak, the weight on her frail shoulders serves to compact her already petite form.
Already a mother at 17, she carries the lifeless child down broken streets, wailing for help. Tears cleanse her dark skin of the crumbled powder that was once her shack.
Television cameras capture her suffering for posterity.