... girl waited until the
sound of footsteps had faded away, and only the
laboured breathing of The Woman could be heard.The
girl crawled out of the cubbyhole easily, and walked towards The
Woman in a state of morbid curiosity.
Impending death seemed to loom in the small, dirty room. The girl
was fascinated with the blood. The Woman was babbling even more now.
Most of what she was saying was incoherent to the girl. The Woman
raised a blood soaked hand to the girls face. She looked the girl
in the eye and mumbled one last sentence. The girl didnt
understand what was being said; the magnitude of the information, the
seriousness of the situation, the meaning of the words. But, she
liked the way two of them sounded. The severity of the sounds
appealed to her sharp mind.The
Womans hand fell away from the girls face, smearing blood into her
dark hair. Footsteps and shouting could be heard from inside the
room. The girl thought for a moment that she would die just as
undignified a death as The Woman had: bleeding on the floor of a
dirty room. But, when the girl saw the men in the doorway, and more
importantly, the old woman with the cigarette, she knew they would
not kill heryet. A man dropped to his knees and put his fingers
to The Womans throat. He held them there for a moment and then
proclaimed her dead. The girl looked at the body without emotion.
The old woman with the cigarette stepped towards the girl, whose back
was to her.What
is your name, child? the ol...