The old-shack up in the Hill - short story by Mongolita
The old-shack up in the hill Written by Mongolita Summer 1960 María was awakened by rays of sunshine on her eyes, coming through gaps in the ceiling. The sun felt nice but the gaps also allowed the cold-wind through, and made her shiver. “I should get that fixed before next winter. I’ll check later how much money I’ve saved up over the last two years.” The one room shack was her bedroom, kitchen and dining room. It had no toilet or shower facilities indoors. She got out of bed quickly, reaching for her favourite blanket; walked to the barrel, where she kept the water for all purposes, poured some water into a bowl and washed her face and body. Her life was basic and harsh but she was self-sufficient. She had chickens, which would give her eggs and meat when the birds came of age. She had a small vegetable patch where she would grow potatoes, carrots and other vegetables. Part of her in...