Onion Bhadghi for the life of a snail

A light drizzle and the sky is almost night. Walking to collect the bhadgis (spelling?) I forgot. 2 hours earlier. The shop will shut in 15 minutes so I must hurry.  Moved to miss a snail and crushed another in my next step. Its shell cracked open. A loud crackle scream announced it death. Oh, I am so sorry. I watch the shadowed ground carefully the rest of the way, taking care to avoid the snails; a snail game of hopscotch in the rain. 

 

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