Varvara Vinogradova

Finding the Good News.

Magda was walking down the scorching street, looking for her sandal. She had run away from some mutants earlier and lost it here, somewhere. It had rolled in the dust and pebbles as she bolted and clambered up the tree and onto the wall. They could not follow her there, they were too stupid. After they left she eased down from the parapet and looked for the sandal. It was gleather sandal, and while she could probably get another sandal like it easily she just didn’t want to on principle.