Published by Shaun Kenneth Morris
Copyright 2012 Shaun Kennth Morris
A little girl and a country night
The cloudless night added to the surrealism of the scenery. The little girl trudged. She had no destination in mind. Not much was going through her mind at all. Just the pain. It covered her now and kept her warm, not unlike the dried blood was doing to her skin. The days were hot out here, but could be kept at bay the shade. The cold of night was everywhere and overwhelming. All she could do was accept it, and trudge. Her feet hurt. They had been slashed to ribbons by the rocks and the baking floor. The warm tarmac of the road beat the hell out of the freezing sand that lay to either side. She trudged.
The moon was bright and picturesque in the sky. She imagined it much closer than it was, huge and smiling. Maybe she could touch it? She reached a hand out for it. Nothing but cold air and colder sand touched her skin. A bright light in the distance. She fell to her knees and reached for it. Maybe the moon was coming for her.