Saturday, 2 April 2011

That Side

100 Word Challenge - VOICE


I counted five of them. Maybe there were more. Their stale sweat clings stubbornly to my skin. The taste of cheap tobacco still bitter on my lips. Laughter rings cruelly in my ears.


"She is one of them," they'd said, "I saw her with that one."   


There are many like me this side, yet I am alone. The tears stinging my cheeks remind me again of their blows. And now I sit here, shaking with anger. With fear. 


Report them? Ah, but we can't. Not here. Not in Zimbabwe. In Zimbabwe, if you're one of them, you have no voice.

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