A woman limped across the road in the scorching sun, to reach the temple gates. Outside, the angry mob was ready, armed with sticks, ready to strike.
“Let her go, she’s only asking for alms“, said a man pleading with them. “Hindu or Muslim, what is your faith?“, someone from the crowd thundered, the voice drowning the resounding temple bells.
“Thirsty“, was all she said, before her legs gave in and she collapsed onto the ground.
(Linking this post with the prompt #FiveSentenceFiction hosted by Vinitha @ thevoidthoughts.com)