A Distant GlimpseMina was half-way up one of the trash hillsides, rummaging through tattered, slime-coated plastic bags for bottle-tops and other treasures, when her eye caught the glint of light. A flash of white, up on the summit. Just some shard of glass lying at the right angle to catch the sun, but beautiful. She stood up straight, one hand shading her eyes to admire it. If she swayed backwards and forwards she could make it wink on and off. A star, her very own star, shining for her. She found herself smiling at the sight of it.
“Come on, Mina. You'll get in trouble. You've hardly collected anything.” Babat, picking through the trash down the slope, looked worried. Babat always looked worried. But then he was only eight. Just a kid. Two years ago, she'd have been the same. She peere
