Food in the Bucket ...

The bucket was light as any other medium sized one tied with a long rope at its handle.
She would push the bucket down the balcony gently lowering to take the food and with cautious balance,pulled it up.
Her house stood on the 3rd floor towering above the school nearby, the public silo water tanker while she sat inside studying seeped onto the page of her book.
The bell rang meaning her mother's arrival; excited she ran towards the balcony and leaned over hungrily at the bag.
Settling on the bed, plastic sheet spread savoring she ate remembering god.

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