Continuation
A while later, the sun beaten dust swirled up in no breeze. A cloud swirled into shape and a moment later a man stepped out of it. He sniffed the air and walked over to the corpse laying by the road. The gleaming V still stuck out of it, discolored only by flies and dried blood.
Delicately, he reached into his pocket for a thin white glove. The silk glove fit his hand perfectly, the initials JC embroidered in gold thread at the base. With a quick yank, the silver crucifix came free. From his other pocket the man produced a plastic bag, in which he placed the cross and wrapped it tightly.
The man smiled and whispered into the night. A swirl of dust and he was gone.
All the flies near the corpse were dead.
-T
Delicately, he reached into his pocket for a thin white glove. The silk glove fit his hand perfectly, the initials JC embroidered in gold thread at the base. With a quick yank, the silver crucifix came free. From his other pocket the man produced a plastic bag, in which he placed the cross and wrapped it tightly.
The man smiled and whispered into the night. A swirl of dust and he was gone.
All the flies near the corpse were dead.
-T