Chapter One - Natalia

Natalia Ermacora placed her fingers on her phone after she received a text message. No thoughts crossed her mind, as usual. She was consumed in her own ignorance.

It's a shame. Someone so young does not have a clue about their path in life.

Natalia took a sip of her rich, black coffee. Her blue eyes flickered as she looked around her house. Strange, she thought. Natalia opened her mouth to speak, but she quickly closed it. She looked at her mother and watched as she washed dishes. There was a bead of sweat on her forehead; the afternoon sun beat down on the dry earth.

This was Natalia's least favorite time of day. During these hours, everything was so dull and gross-- nothing was ever accomplished, eyes were sunken in, and everything had a yellow-orange look.

What she hated most, though, was sitting. Natalia stood up, and walked over to assist her mother with washing.

"Mother, let me wash while you dry," Natalia suggested.

Water was scarce and times were tough, her family could not afford to waste such a precious gift. Why would they make it worse by having only one person wash and dry?

Reviews

[Director Leo]

I'd normally find strange starting straight up with no background on the character, but for your story in personal, it weirdly seems to fit it. I love your passion for the details, though some of them seem dispensable, not needed; but I love your way of writing.