Sweet Dreams, Amandla

Chapter One

She stared at the broken fountain that settled in the corner outside, near a small storage house that only takes ten steps to get there—starting at the fountain’s point. In her sight, birds were flying, and steady trees without any wind were like city buildings. Over twenty-two years, Amandla had never seen what a city looks like and how people do things there. She was living peacefully, happily with her mother in the forest. Her dreams were anywhere in the city, but no one else could guide the house if she went together with her mother. She took a few steps forward and pressed her forehead against the cold glass from the window; she sighed. Even at three in the afternoon, the birds were still hunting for worms, and the wind finally started its job. All-day long, alone...her footsteps were the only noise inside the house. This was how she lived—you would probably feel free with all the other things if you get fed up in the city life, but there are limits on what being free was—that wa...