The bald man looked at Anjali who returned his gaze with a barren stare.
Her mother goaded Anjali.
“No, please don’t compel her. She shouldn’t be selling her body but should go to school and get educated,” the man, a prospective customer, said.
Smiling, Anjali took out her box of colour pencils and began sketching on her drawing book.
This post is in response to the Saturday Short Story prompt on the Write Tribe WhatsApp group. The prompt is: