They put their hands on their hips, smiling at us broadly as we walked towards them.
"Are you two friends of my papa?" I asked curiously.
"I don't know who your papa is, little girl," the young man said dismissively.
"Oh," I replied awkwardly, feeling stung and embarrassed.
I had really thought they were Papa's friends.
"Why are you here then?" I asked curiously, rubbing my chin. "We have never seen you two at the camp before."
The old man let out a low chuckle, but he didn't say anything.
"We are just travellers," said the young man, with his hands on his hips. "I actually came here for the magnificent rocks. I'm a rock collector and there are stones of many types here."
"Oh," Valerie mumbled. "We don't really like rocks, they stub our feet."
I rubbed my chin, finding myself intrigued by this man and his interest in rocks.
"I'll tell you what," said the man kindly. "I'll give you both some money, if you two collect me a heap of rocks."
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Trafficked: A Dark Organized Crime Kidnapping Thriller/Romance
Mystery / ThrillerLily lives in a refugee camp with her mother and father. One day, her father is approached by some men offering him work. He takes up the offer in the hope to provide for his family, but Lily never sees him again. Soon later, her mother is shot dead...
