Zahira Tasabehji
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The Others
His sleep was interrupted by something crawling on his leg. With a swift and controlled motion Adrik smacked his thigh, picked up the half-dead beetle and threw it into his mouth. Crunch crunch, gulp. He felt its textured skin scratching the tough lining of his throat. Nice morning snack, he thought. His sense of touch has gotten so good that he didn't have to see to know exactly where on his body the insects crawled before they landed in his stomach. He let out a loud hraaaaaaarrhh type yawn while stretching his long scrawny arms enough so they don't slam against the walls. Today was the big day, he shivered with a mix of fear and excitement. The air was dusty, but it didn't seem to bother his nostrils, and it was so dark that he couldn't see the backs of his worn out feet. Oftentimes he wondered if his eyelids were open or closed because either way it was the same thing.
By Zahira Tasabehji3 years ago in Fiction