Stolen Identification

It's been a few weeks since I submitted for Friday Fiction. Today's blog-hoppin' fun is being hosted by Vonnie at her new blog for children called Polliwog Pages. (such a cute name)

This story was pulled out of the deep dark files of long ago for a newsletter I'm starting at church. It needed a serious re-working. I've come a long ways, Baby.

Meet Sami...aka The Woman at the Well...

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It’s going to be another hot day. The temperature soared and perspiration dripped from Sami’s brow.

Most women would start their morning by fetching water from the well before the heat of the day. Sometimes they’d chit-chat and gossip while they enjoyed a long cool drink of water.

Not Sami. She’s not like the other women. Sami was the object of their gossip. They’d drink their cool water, refreshing their parched tongues while they flapped about in idol gossip. If they didn't have anything new to "share”, they’d just rehash the old.

Sami licked her dry lips and poked her head outside to see if everyone was back from the well. She grabbed her water pots and headed out. She tried to swallow in anticipation of much needed relief, but her throat stuck together. Although the water would already be warm, she knew the moisture would feel good in her mouth. Dried up from lack of fluids, Sami struggled to even blink in the bright sunlight. With her head down, and steps quick, she hurried towards the well.

This wasn't the life Sami chose. Somewhere along the way it was dumped on her; her identity stolen long ago. After all, she’s just a woman. Traditions and circumstances beyond her control dictated who she’d become. It was, so she thought, her destiny.

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