d-a-n-d-o-u-s-h

A cold wind at the back of my neck. The scrape of sand on my bare knees. I could not open my swollen eyes to see where I was. The pain was unbearable; it felt like all my bones had been crushed and all my muscles had been torn. I did not know how long I was going to live. I lay there trying to remember what had occurred but my thoughts were nothing but a blur. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the screeching sound of vultures seemingly above. I pictured a dozen vultures circling patiently above, waiting for my death. I could smell the foul odor of the hyenas equally hungry as the vultures. I tried to get up before they came