Dementrio viewed the men as they approached his little shack. Both were wearing bandoliers. He knew the time had come. “Bring Carla to me,” he calmly directed his wife.
As the two bandits approached, his son Fausto clutched his ragged pant legs and asked his father, “Why Carla father?” Dementrio could not tell his son theirs crops of bananas and sugarcane had failed to produce any money this year. “The men bring money so we may survive. For that we give them your little sister. Her life will be better. You are lucky Fausto as they only want girls.”
These 98 words constitute my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.