The red bucket sloshes, wetting the floor. She squats. She hovers over the water, giving the clothes a spirited wring.
She glances skyward, her dripping fingers sheltering her eyes. She shakes her head, with the release of a sighed, Aiyah.
Scrubbing done, hangings complete, she stretches, grunts, and moves into cooler interior regions, hoping for a few moments' rest.
blanket's floral print
green fields with shrieks of orange
just out of sun's reach