Crack!
Pain. Like a thousand arrows that pierce my body, it flows through my veins.
Pain. Like a thousand arrows that pierce my body, it flows through my veins.
Crack!
Like a metronome.
Crack!
My knees cannot hold me up anymore. Through the haze, I can hear men talking. They whisper among themselves. They push each other, for a better view.
Crack!
Like a metronome. Why do they persist? I stumble. My leg gives way. I feel every grain of sand, every piece of rubble that claws into my knee.
It is not sweat that blinds me. Not anymore.
Crack! "Orthonomai!"
I am dragged back to my feet, I can hear men whispering. I cannot see their faces. Lightning lashes through me. Again.
They whisper my name.
Crack!
Hold me. For I cannot stand. And even as I fall they mock me.
"Basilias!"
The whispering ceases. The wall of people separates to reveal her. That face. I would recognize it anywhere.
Her hands are wet with the tears she tries to wipe off her face.
The world has suddenly gone silent.
*******
I am a child again, in the fields. Running. Falling. And even before it hurts, those hands, hold me close.
"I'm here."
"I'm hurt, mother!"
"Not anymore, I'm here."
*******
Or has it.
The hands reach out to me, through the blinding light. And they barely graze my cheek. She is pulled away.
The haze settles once more.
*******
"Not anymore, I'm here."
*******
Crack!
Like a metronome.
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Orthonomai! : "Stand up!" (Greek)
Basilias! : "King!" (Greek)
Basilias! : "King!" (Greek)
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