Mind Games

Britney’s POV:

“Please tell me that man “is” the last man.” I said to Carl, fanning my face with my bare hand. I feel so tired and hungry. If my house wasn’t destroyed I would really love to soak my tired self in my bathtub, or go for a dip in the swimming pool.

“Yup, that’s the last.” Carl replied folding a big poly bag.

I accompanied Mrs Maria and some young men from the clan about my age, to hand out incentives to the people affected by the earthquake. Most of this people lost their homes, jobs, families and a lot more.

Mrs Maria can’t give them back their lives and so handing out food, clothes, bed and a warm blanket is all we could do.

If witches were to go around the world repairing broken earth, houses, companies and all.. that would be one suspicious movement and also there’s not a lot of those witches to even help with the movement.

“We should head back to the van.” Carl suggested.

I would love to step back and just admire this young fineeeee man standing in-front of me,