"Human Frailty", original drabble
I wrote this after thinking about all those stuff from the last articles...
The prisoner ahead of you is falling sick, has been since miles back when the sun had rose to noon. You march close to him on cracked feet, not daring to move out of line to pass him, not daring to slow down. You could hear the whip of a guard through the other captives not far behind.
When he finally falls to the ground, fatigue and starvation has left him too weak to make a sound. He is still afraid when he saw the guards handing you a shovel.
You have the eyes of someone who wants to live.
- End -
I have to say, if it's a stranger's life, and I have someone else I love waiting for me, I wouldn't hesitate.
The prisoner ahead of you is falling sick, has been since miles back when the sun had rose to noon. You march close to him on cracked feet, not daring to move out of line to pass him, not daring to slow down. You could hear the whip of a guard through the other captives not far behind.
When he finally falls to the ground, fatigue and starvation has left him too weak to make a sound. He is still afraid when he saw the guards handing you a shovel.
You have the eyes of someone who wants to live.
- End -
I have to say, if it's a stranger's life, and I have someone else I love waiting for me, I wouldn't hesitate.