Motherhood - part 4
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...Chunks of flesh dripped onto the sandy plastic, her fingers were mostly bone from clutching her water downed throat, her eyes open in terror, head tilted, the boy just stared at his mother covered in water, blood and sand, the smell of rotten meat tickling his stomach to puke. He finally did.
Wiping his mouth, he began to cry. “It’s ok mommie.” He crawled to her and curled up on the reeking corpse. Wrapping his fingers around her squishy, still warm hands, he shut his eyes and hummed a soft lullaby.
“Here to check on yah.” the man said outside the tent, holding the flashlight down. He heard nothing and opened the tent flap slowly, “Are you ok?” The flashlight circled on the boy sleeping on what was left of his mother.
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Her body was more of a puddle seeping into her uniform, her hands were barely intact now between the boy’s, his clothes also sopping wet. A wave of rotten smell burned his nose; he covered his face and kept starting, trying not to gag.
The boy’s eyelids moved, clicking the flashlight off he plunged into the tent feeling the ooze between his hands, lifting the boy up from the stick with a sick sound of popping bones.
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The thick air choked the man’s throat, the crinkling plastic was slippery on his large knees, his shoes were wet from the melting remains, “You’re ok, you’re ok, you’re ok.” He whispered for himself and the boy when he shouldered through the flap, opening his lungs to the dry clear air, the boy still clutched his mother’s hands under the dim desert stars, a breeze whispered; taking the smell of death far away to somewhere and the man wept.
Author : Raindragon16