Saved By His Mother's Cry
The green bushes were zoomed in by his altered consciousness. He felt numb and hot but somehow the pain he was running away from burned from his depths like a raging volcano.
He was ready to erupt. Ready to forget the blood ties and end a life.
The white afternoon sun disappeared all of a sudden and he stood from under the shade of the trees somewhere in his father's land. He couldn't tell how long he had been sitting there and the paranoia of time overlapping at a time when he needed to stay angry enough to kill his own brother, crept in his mind.
How could he? It was none of his business what he chose to do with his life. Zero. But still he had the audacity to do what he did. Immensely judgemental for someone who had his share of filth to deal with.
He was glad that it was impossible to contain the boiling temper. The beginnings of his destructive thoughts.
The faded brown cap was what told him that he was close. It floated on his drunken bowed head as he staggered towards his hiding spot. He readied himself for a merciless attack. He was going to teach him a lesson. One that would serve him with the eternal silence that he so needed.
The sweep was too easy and as soon as his head hit the ground, he laid his entire weight on his wheezing chest. The machete he was armed with glittering in the mid air as alcohol instantly drained from his brother's person and was quickly replaced with fear and realization that he might die there and then.
Emotions ran high. Unexplainable disappointments streamed his red face in form of tears. The questions were too many to be answered by the time the deadly blade got to him so all he did was beg for his life.
Their mother's cry filled the air and something in him loosened the grip around the machete and it fell next to his sweating face. He rose angrily from him and without looking back where the cries were coming from, he told him he had been saved by her and disappeared into neighbouring farms.
