Tied up to the over-used charred post, flames impatiently licking a my feet, I looked amongst the spectators.
The flames grabbed my ankles. I decided I would not scream- they were not going to get the satisfaction. They crawled up my body, no longer able to resist their hunger. The spectators all stood watching, same grins and laughter, relishing every second of show. A week ago, I stood with crowd, one of my own hanging from the very same post. As the flames slowly crawled up her body, I turned my head. I could still hear the ear-splitting screams, smell the horrid scent of burning. The others were all laughing, smiling, enjoying the gruesome show.
A girl swallowed in the crowd met my eyes. I silently willed her not to show any emotion, show no weakness.
A single tear escaped tear streaked her face, marking her. A matching one of knowing she was next ran down my face, only to be swallowed by the flames.
All I can say is
ReplyDeleteI think this is beautifully written.
Period.
I could read this over and over while still enjoying the story. Where's part 2??