Molodi (Whistle) Top Story - October 2023
PART ONE
The lingering darkness felt heavy as I dragged my body through the mud. I still heard the whistle, tormenting every living aspect of me but I fought through it, the same way I fought through to be embedded in this mud. He was real, he was so real, and I felt it with every breath that I took. After finally landing my body on the cold tar road, I stared ahead, feeling the stare of a crow nearby. I couldn’t scream, his grip still felt tight around my neck. It was almost like he left with me, almost like he had been there the whole time. “Help,” it came out as a whisper, something swallowed by the wind. “Anyone please,” the crow flew away. I bent my knees, in an attempt to stand up but I kept falling, over and over again. “Help please,” I repeated, hearing his whistle getting louder by the minutes. I was moving but it wasn’t fast enough. My own body felt too heavy, I was fighting the biggest losing battle.