Hard facts

On the river’s freshly dewed sands are many small mounds of charred pieces of bone.The children would probe the mounds with their toes like they would on the river’s wet sand bringing out  wet maps . The flames reduced men to small heaps, their cinders hot with their deaths till late in the evening. By night the deaths dissolved in the air like memories of the near ones who would feast on the funeral sweets and return to their forgetful homes.

Hard facts would touch their tiny feet as they flipped the charred bone pieces in the sand from the previous day’s smoked men.They are now fine clay, like shards of burnt earth, yesterday’s hard facts with their own feet.


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