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Mirage MAG

By Anonymous

   The Indian woman sits, cross-legged in the burning, tan sand, with a wooden barrel confined within the space between her legs. She does not move, does not appear to be breathing. She stares at him, skin burnt and dry ... simply stares. The plumes of flame that spire from the barrel, separated her face from his, making her facial expressions indecipherable and almost unnoticeable to him. Her thin lips don't move but he hears her ask him for water. Tongue swollen and mouth parched, he tries to speak but it is futile. She understands, though he has not spoken. She raises her head in warning, for what reason he does not know. Ah! The thirst! It is driving him mad.

" Water," he manages to speak. Spittle forms at the corners of his mouth.

Her face remains passive but there is a hint of decisiveness in her facial expression. She nods.

" Before you drink, boy, be warned. Each gulp you take, takes one year off your life." He nods. She reaches into her burlap bag and takes out a canteen. He reaches over the fire and snatches it with greed. His hands work vigorously at the cap, trying to unscrew the lid. Finally, it opens.

Water spills on his pants. He brings the canteen to his lips and proceeds to drink without counting the gulps. How wonderful the water feels.

He swallows the water ... swallows ... swallows ... swallows.

She observes him without action or notice; his skin turns to dust, to sand, everything falls away until he is no more than sand against a sea of sand.

A smile passes briefly over her face then fades. She warned him but he chose an alternative death. She kisses the sand where he once stood, then gets up, brushing the sand off her dress, faces the sun; steps once toward it, now twice. Her figure, covered in brown, trailed by long brown braids, begins to fade. Now she is translucent ... now she is gone. Like she never existed. 1

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i love this !

on May. 23 2014 at 8:32 am
TrishDestiny PLATINUM, Jerantut , Pahang, Other
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Favorite Quote:
“When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”

This is such an amazing writing! I love everything, the story outline, the twist ! They are surreal and fantastic! And i love how you detail it ! Keep writing!