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Just because it's Sunday I've included a link to the stories that were inspired by the same photo prompt. Enjoy.
PicFic March 5, 2013
Illya swore under his breath as he watched the truck drive off, stirring up a trail of dust as the wheels turned. He hadn’t a clue where it could be heading, but noted there were other men in the back of the lorry, dark-faced men he assumed were prisoners as well. That was a reminder there was a military coup still underway here..
Turning to a vendor in his stand, one of many lining the street; Illya reckoned to try his hand at a sort of pidgin English he knew was spoken locally. With his limited knowledge of Yoruba, it was the best he could manage.
“Wetin dey happen for here_what is going on here?” The Russian asked, pointing to the truck.