Mavli
WHEN THE HEAT does not relent and the heavy stench in the air becomes unbearable, I feel bile rising up my throat. The churning of my stomach becomes excruciating. Can I hold on a little more?
I lean exhausted in my cage, I'm so dehydrated and my tongue is dry and my teeth are gritty. When will we arrive our destination?
As if on cue, stone towers appear at the horizon and I feel very uneasy. I suddenly wish we do not reach there so soon. From the shadow our cart casts on the ground, I can tell it's late in the afternoon.
I let my weak eyes roll until they land on the limp figure in the cage in front of me.
He's dead.
The nameless, faceless boy is dead. The flies cover his body and a healthy swarm buzz all over me. I give a lazy wave of hand to chase them away but they don't ev
