Color Him Dead
“Drew tried to rise but his limbs were weighted; he felt himself lifted, in two arms like tree-trunks, one around his back and the other beneath his knees. The man walked; each footfall drove shafts of pain into Drew’s head. He let himself escape into a cool oblivion where pain was only a distant echo….
Roar of truck engine … soft lap beneath his rolling head … murmur of patois, Leta’s soft voice, and the giant’s rumble. Drew’s ears popped; he felt the center of gravity shift to the rear, pullin...g his head against Leta’s stomach. We’re going up, he thought, up into the bush, into the rain shadow of those craggy peaks. The acrid breath of the engine mingled with the green smell of the jungle, the heavy musk of decay. Life … death … how close the two….
Consciousness left him. The next sound he heard was the crackle of a grass mat beneath his back. He smelled the damp musk of earthen floor and the smoke of a kerosene lamp. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of hands holding a warm cloth to his bruise-dappled stomach.MoreLess
Roar of truck engine … soft lap beneath his rolling head … murmur of patois, Leta’s soft voice, and the giant’s rumble. Drew’s ears popped; he felt the center of gravity shift to the rear, pullin...g his head against Leta’s stomach. We’re going up, he thought, up into the bush, into the rain shadow of those craggy peaks. The acrid breath of the engine mingled with the green smell of the jungle, the heavy musk of decay. Life … death … how close the two….
Consciousness left him. The next sound he heard was the crackle of a grass mat beneath his back. He smelled the damp musk of earthen floor and the smoke of a kerosene lamp. He opened his eyes and saw a pair of hands holding a warm cloth to his bruise-dappled stomach.MoreLess
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