The highlight of Rosa’s week was riding her bicycle into town each Friday evening with her friends.
It allowed her to escape the washing-up gloves and pestering children. It meant she could drift through the countryside accompanied by those people she could confide in.
That particular Friday evening, Rosa and her friends rode along the parched roads, laughing together. The neighbouring areas were quiet - a car was a rarity. And a rare sight it was, when a car sped towards them, swerving dangerously close to Rosa. It lurched and she fell, her shopping spilling out onto the gravel.