Monday, May 23, 2011


Shela held the boy to her. He kicked and screamed, unhappy with the empty gesture, until he fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Misery dripped down her insides, making her feel cold in the 100+ temperature. She hated her predicament, but even more so, she hated the people who had left her there. Unnamed men and women whose knowing eyes lost the battle with their frozen hearts. Caring souls who only truly cared for themselves. Sitting in the tunnel, she listened to the desperation that took more lives everyday. She would survive for her son. She had to! But Shela wondered if her son would survive now that she was too dehydrated to nurse him.

*** One Minute Writer ***

No comments:

Post a Comment