Alex sat in the dark. The skies were very black and the whole village he could see from the hill which stood like a monstrosity.
All the crimes he had committed are yet to come to limelight. No one sees the truth behind his smiles.
The farmer daughter he raped. The old woman he stole from, the boy whose leg he broke… It was time to hit another town, he threw the cigar stub unto the ground, crushed it with his boot. With the hands jammed in his pocket, he took one last look at the Village and started downhill.
© Deborah Glover, 2016
Image credit; Dominik Martin
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