Wiping her brow and fixing her scarf to better shield her fair skin, Tamar wondered. “Why can’t I look like other girls, and be like them?” Then quickly bit her tongue for even thinking such a thing.
She walked a lonely road, water jug hoisted on her shoulder, that Samaritan woman. During the heat of the day she made the trek, her solitary trek, to the village well. Only when certain the others had returned to their own homes did she venture out. They didn’t welcome her company. No more than she, knowingContinue reading “Even One Like Her: A Short Story”