Pale blue hexagon tiles lined the brickwork, so jarring next to the squat stone houses beside it. Salawa had insisted on the colour – ‘To look like a morning sky,’ she’d said. Dead birds littered the ground at the base of the walls where their little wings had been crushed from the unexpected impact. The fountains were circled by guards just in case someone thirsty stumbled towards clear water for a drink. No, the fountain wasn’t for drinking. Even if clean drinking water was scarce during the summer months.
Off with her head
