It’s been weeks since the river was actually a river. Right now it is just a string of occasional large puddles separated by tall grasses growing in the depression of an otherwise flat and continuous plain.
Two children holding tadpole nets walk down what used to be the center of the river, looking for one of the few remaining puddles that still contains aquatic life.
A man with a bucket full of fish-food rides his bike from one puddle to the next, distributing the store-bought pellets as he sees fit. “Just trying to do my part,” he says as he passes.
