Friday, November 20, 2015

Noemi


I remember when I was eight years old.  My family made baskets to sell.  We had to go to cut reed for the baskets.  One day, we were cutting reed.  My youngest brother told me that there was a cow near the river.  When he told me that, I felt fear, but I was also curious, and I said, “Let’s go to see it.” When we arrived at the river, we saw a woman in the middle of the river.  She was naked, and she was dead.  I was scared.  We ran to my father.  We told him what happened and he took us home.  Then he went to town to tell the police that there was a dead woman in the river.  Since then, I have never heard anything about what happened. Noemi Simon


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