Flurries of wind whipped

Flurries of wind whipped up spirals of thick dust. Jerry cans of water were brought in to wash the child's body. Someone had already bought a special piece of white linen for the burial. Then two neighbours, shovels slung over bony shoulders, set off towards a fenced-off scrap of wasteland to dig a grave. They chose a spot between two other small, child-sized piles of earth.