Shadows in the Dark
Shadows in the dark keep staring at me and a visible image is walking swiftly behind me, the sun rises with pain in my head and the villagers are walking towards the cemetery to bury the dead; everything happens so fast and a myriad of whisperers emerges from the dark with tales about the man that leads the clan with a heavy hand. He goes around the town singing bam, bam, with dagger in his waist and something peculiar hidden in a hole in the base. He cast fear over the town as the villagers and the minstrel parade his body in the cemetery waiting for the burial to take place. A frantic crowd descends in the cemetery to pay their respect to the man that is responsible for their poverty; the preacher utters a few words and the minstrel played a special song and pallbearers lower his body in the dugout grave. Everything happened so fast but something strange was happening in the dark and just as I thought about it gun shots starts firing from all directions and the crowd disperse. Dead bodies fall on the ground like flies in the cemetery, men with big guns fled in a van and more than six hundred people lie down dead; most of them bleeding from the head and the shadows in the dark wept bitterly.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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