He can still taste the ash in his mouth.
Sticky, black, bitter.
The water turns it to tar; it chokes him.
Each cough chases more smoke from his lungs.
Each inhale brings another sharp, piercing, bitterly cold wisp of fresh air into his weakened lungs.
More ambulances arrive on scene, but it’s too late.
There’s no hope left to be found here.
When I started my run in the morning, the air felt fresh after two months of heat and air pollution, but relieved by the recent rains. When I finished, the sun had heated up the garbage and the smell wafted through the village.
Chanpheng
I dug my fingers into the fruit, shoveling it into my empty stomach coating my face with sticky liquid. Well, at least it wasn’t blood this time. I am envious of him. I am guilty for him. It should have been me! They were aiming at me! He should never have saved me! It was pointless.
He can still taste the ash in his mouth.
Sticky, black, bitter.
The water turns it to tar; it chokes him.
Each cough chases more smoke from his lungs.
Each inhale brings another sharp, piercing, bitterly cold wisp of fresh air into his weakened lungs.
More ambulances arrive on scene, but it’s too late.
There’s no hope left to be found here.
When I started my run in the morning, the air felt fresh after two months of heat and air pollution, but relieved by the recent rains. When I finished, the sun had heated up the garbage and the smell wafted through the village.
I dug my fingers into the fruit, shoveling it into my empty stomach coating my face with sticky liquid. Well, at least it wasn’t blood this time. I am envious of him. I am guilty for him. It should have been me! They were aiming at me! He should never have saved me! It was pointless.