Day Twenty-Four: The Reckoning

Early evening. The heat was easing as the dark marched over the glowing sky. He had called his wife, who was incoherent with grief, to say that there was no doubt in his mind that the mutilated body he had found on the ground by the side of the road after the UNHCR truck flagged him down was that of their son. He watched the stone shadows lengthen, darken, then suddenly fade. There had to be a way to get the men in the camp to answer…

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Lucy Weir

Lucy Weir

Ecological philosopher, writer, yoga and meditation facilitator. www.knowyogaireland.com