I was in town again — the dizzying, sun scorching town, where women don black layers of dirt under their nail beds and where eyes are dark and distrustful. I had been walking aimlessly about when I found myself in a field of tall, wispy fennel which I could not get out of.
I brushed through the wisps of fennel, staining my dress with yellow dust.
I brushed through the wisps of fennel, staining my dress with yellow dust. I did not have a hat on; I was dizzy and feeling heavy from the exposure to the sun.
I could not see anybody and yet, every turn I took, every sigh — every movement — I knew it was being judged by observant eyes.
Story credits: Image via Vogue Australia.