More than two hours later, Dahlia still has not budged from her position on the floor. The four people around her have not said a word nor moved other than to shake out their limbs in readiness for when she surfaces. The man called Zion has not even budged an inch, his eyes glued to her face.
On the other hand, the villagers had lasted thirty minutes of watching a lifeless Dahlia before they had began shuffling off to find shelter from the scorching sun or a seat to rest their tired legs. More than two hours later and none of the villagers is left standing, some sitting under the hot afternoon sun when the meager shade is filled up.
Rose and her sisters have also not moved from their vigil from the edge of the field, though it has not stopped everyone from mumbling to each other about
