Fragment #6

The stench would long remain in her nostrils, as her doll dragged behind her on a leash. The black bags lined up to where the sky ended. The stench would come back to her in the deeps of night, when sweating and panting she would see the bags waking into motion, summoned by invisible threads, and stack in the quicklimed pit, in order, as close as they were in life.

As for now, her doll would join the rest of her belongings in her plastic bag. The ground was dirty.