As I did this morning.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
and to Sean Fallon for the photograph that prompted this week's story. I hope you enjoy it - please leave a comment before moving on :)
Sango was terrified of the dark, but mining was the only employment available – he had no choice.
After a year of desperate saving he bought a head torch, which helped, but he was still afraid. Because his light found diamonds where others failed, the guards looked indulgently on the spare batteries he always carried.
Then one evening Sango endured the usual body search, left the mine, and kept on walking. Many days later, he removed the end of one battery and tipped its contents into a dealer’s hand.
He bought a plot of land with the proceeds and grew vegetables.