The Angel
SHE was so broke, but she’d have to buy something to eat. All she could afford was a packet of chips. There was a single bottle of cheap white wine in her fridge. She had R100 until the end of the month, two weeks away.
If only her car hadn’t broken down. The repairs took all her cash. Her credit card was over the limit.
To think she had, as a cash-strapped student, looked forward so eagerly to earning her own salary. Little did she know how expensive just surviving would be. No nice new car. All she could afford was a secondhand jalopy. Rent swallowed half her month’s earnings.
There was no time to walk, the all-night café at the filling station was too far. At least her fuel tank wasn’t down to red yet.
As she got out of the car, a skinny woman came towards
