Navratin

    She had the beauty of a wild flower, delicate and rugged all at once. Tan, from working in the sun; toned from carrying babies on her hip. She was private, keeping mostly to herself and speaking mostly when spoken too. She did her work thoroughly and steadily, her hands knowing what to do on their own.    He didn't know her too well, just in passing, or from saying hello but he'd heard some of the others talking and from what they said she had just recently filed divorce and was working so she could keep the apartment.  And looking closer he could see the worry that laced her vibrant hazel eyes. The callouses on her knuckles, and the wa