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.
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