#WritcoStoryPrompt42
She chose her cleanest piece of clothing to wear. It was a festival afterall and she wanted to celebrate with everyone else. When she stepped into the street a speeding car drove by splashing dirty water on her.
A tear fell down her cheek. The poor had no right to celebrate...
Her only dress ruined, she had no other option but to turn back home and sit in isolation . Head hung down,shoulders slouched, heavy hearted she walked back to her humble dwelling. She opened the door to be welcomed back by the cracked walls, a slightly dripping roof, and smell of the rotten garbage bin that wafted through the slit in the wall called as a window. She had worked hard to buy a mosquito net to cover it so that atleast the tiny hut would be airy but devoid of mosquitoes. Well the mosquitoes had enough of blood and food to drain then she would have in a week. Atleast some living thing was well off then her. The stink of the garbage was one she couldn't do anything about. She still held great pride in what she called her palace. It was...