We're here

Blood. Lots of blood. It mixed with the thick dust on the ground, forming a mixture inside the boy's mouth. He cried. He had never been hit so hard. Above him, the strange man continued to scream, but he didn't understand. The words flowed out too quickly for him to put them together, but otherwise, he would never have heard the language before. He wants to go home.

The boy closed his eyes and in a second he was there. To be pulled into his mother's arms and kissed on the neck by her, making him chuckle. He was her "Handsome Little Man". His little legs thrashed as he burst out laughing, but his mother held him so tight she wouldn't let him fall. Tears burned his eyes. Everything is burning.

“Sukat!” said the man. The boy knew that word, he always used it when he cried or screamed. The boy forced himself to be silent, trying to breathe through his nose and swallowing all the blood that flowed back into his throat. He is no longer hungry. His stomach is already full of blood.

Hunger