Electricity

Aboobacar always took the camel train past the broken windmill. He liked looking at it. The broken windmill gave him hope - a certain kind of dreamy perspective. Not like those brazen power lines that ran from horizon to horizon.
"Demons!" spat out his Uncle. "Purveyors of invisible disease."
"It's electricity, Uncle," said Aboobacar. "It heats your porridge."
"My porridge, pah! My porridge can go cold."
"Your porridge does go cold. You should get up sooner."
"I'm old. Like a broken windmill."
​"Just the way I like you." THE END

This picture and story was inspired by Guy Garvey's song Electricity off the album Courting The Squall