a dark trace
Just gone 3am.
The sky was still dark and I wasn't sure what I woke up to.
As my mind became more alert I realised it was a woman crying
- no, she was wailing.
I'd never heard such a sound come from a human being before.
It ripped me out of my bed.
I leaned against the window to see what was going on. I couldn't comprehend why I couldn't see anyone even though the sound was so loud and clear. It's only once I pressed my head to the window and looked down that I saw her.
She was sat on the ground, propped against a car, a constantly ringing mobile phone in one of her limp hands. Just as I caught a glimpse of her, an arm reached out and violently yanked her up and took her out of my sight. She continued wailing as the man that pulled her away hissed something at her.
She left a dark, wet patch behind. My heart sank, fear rose through me, and somehow I knew it was blood.
The following morning, my Mongolian mother dismissed it as being a stray dog's blood.
I didn't have the heart to tell her I saw the girl to whom it used to belong.
Picture by Chrystal Ding.
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The sky was still dark and I wasn't sure what I woke up to.
As my mind became more alert I realised it was a woman crying
- no, she was wailing.
I'd never heard such a sound come from a human being before.
It ripped me out of my bed.
I leaned against the window to see what was going on. I couldn't comprehend why I couldn't see anyone even though the sound was so loud and clear. It's only once I pressed my head to the window and looked down that I saw her.
She was sat on the ground, propped against a car, a constantly ringing mobile phone in one of her limp hands. Just as I caught a glimpse of her, an arm reached out and violently yanked her up and took her out of my sight. She continued wailing as the man that pulled her away hissed something at her.
She left a dark, wet patch behind. My heart sank, fear rose through me, and somehow I knew it was blood.
The following morning, my Mongolian mother dismissed it as being a stray dog's blood.
I didn't have the heart to tell her I saw the girl to whom it used to belong.
Picture by Chrystal Ding.
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