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Duncan’s Purse — Witness
A First Line Fiction Story — Prompt#30: Part XV
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Part XV
Jarod had never seen anything more terrifying, confusing and beautiful. Moving in a serene cadence, and separating into columns, were men, women and children of all ages. They looked straight ahead with hands steepled at their breast plates. Aside from the thin veils of fabric covering them from shoulders to knees, they were nude and their skin, from head to toe, was gold.
He stared at them as they silently marched past, and a sickness arrived in his stomach. They didn’t look normal.
The adult’s faces, hands and joints were plump with adolescent fat. The men and women, who should have looked aged, were without crows’ feet at the eyes and absent the smile line creases at their mouths. The skin beneath the chin was tight, and their necks were without creases. Shoulders and arms looked supple and smooth. None had mottled hands or calves scarred with bulging blue veins.
