Six Sentence Sunday 7

Hello all you Six Sentence Sunday visitors!

...and anyone else who happened to wander in :)

Last time you got a little one-sided conversation between Simon and Faith, but she was ignoring him and just staring out the window... well, here's the next six for you. Comments, suggestions or rambling tirades that are somewhat constructive are always welcome :)

“What are you looking at?” Simon leaned closer, knowing what he would see, but hoping he could tempt Faith into conversation, or at least stir up some kind of reaction from the girl he had been watching over for the last five days. 

The morning sun had dyed the hills and valley a blazing orange, the same hot, stifling color of molten iron in the factory fires. Far below in the river were dozens of children fighting the currents with loosely woven canvas sacks, their bodies stained brown by mud and sun. Tied like glass beads to long ropes, they worked to dredge mineral-rich silt from the swiftly flowing water. The full bags were passed up to the shore where teams of two and three children dragged them up onto the bank and into the sun to dry. Stacked in neat lines, the water would slowly drain out through the canvas before they were carted off to the glass factory.