The Embiwel Town

The grey gates of the hallway at Belford Hospital opens. A stretcher with a heavily pregnant woman on it is crying in pain. Several paramedics around it are moving the stretcher as fast as they can.  "Move to the sides...it's an emergency here," a young paramedic having Bill Smith printed on his blue uniform calls out.  An old woman but with colored black hair is cursing in a low voice at the woman on the stretcher. "You should have died...before you brought this shame upon us," she says.  The woman on the stretcher is in too much pain to even hear her voice clearly far be the reply. "What kind of woman are you?" whimpers Bill looking at the old woman.  "Shut up, you don't know who I am?" she barks.&n

Emma holding her baby close to her chest walks stumbling towards a street light. Her bright red bodycon till her thighs look dull under an only distant street light. Her feet are freezing with the chill wind that roars at times. Her hands are not having any better time, she's cursing her sleeveless dress. She keeps rubbing her fingers over the thick fluffy cloth over her baby. To keep the baby warm or to keep her fingers from freezing she has no idea. The street light she assumed seems like a life savior for her. As the dirt in the air settles down, she sees the signboard clearly. Hagrid's Cafe is shining in neon light on top of a two storey building.She pushes the door with a red glowing OPEN sign with her leg. The air of the normal temperature feels warmest on her bisque-toned legs. She keeps sprintin