He brushed dust from his clothes, tucked in his shirt, adjusted his underwear, zipped up, took out a #comb, combed his hair and mustache.
I slipped. He turned. Saw me. Looked bored. Raised a finger to his lips. Walked away.
I saw a body near the unmarked grave then.
#vss365
from
https://gatheredthoughts-swapna.blogspot.com/2010/05/scream-within.html
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