Sunday 30 December 2012

the soldier who lied still

late one night we walked back from town high on sangria and mojitos the path was dark but we had torches we saw a solider laying on the bridge and stopped i walked up to him he had a bag above his head and he was still i shouted at him hola hola nothing i put my hand on his throat his pulse was strong he's alive we walked on in bed at night i wished i'd left him some water next day we walked the same path in the sunlight the soldier was gone.