Tamaruq
“A muttered, interrupted litany flows between them: the woman huffing, this way, is it still this way, Mig’s reply, yes, yes, keep walking. Now over that way. To the left. Left. Occasionally the woman sighs and asks, how much further? Mig: it doesn’t matter. The woman: I didn’t expect to be walking so far. Mig: what did you expect?
She doesn’t reply. The answer is curiosity, of course, but more than that, a burning necessity to see for herself, to know the truth of it. She has always sought out ...the truth of it. This impulse could not be ignored, although the journey south has been fraught, and she has left things behind that she should not have left, people and work, because of a few words snagged from the radio, hooked like fireflies out of the dark. Because of a story.
They progress. The trees are in full leaf and the light falls in narrow strips between them, reminding Mig of other things, corrugated iron and metal railings, tall, straight pillars in Station Sabado. Despite the absence of human life this place carries an echo of where he used to live.MoreLess
She doesn’t reply. The answer is curiosity, of course, but more than that, a burning necessity to see for herself, to know the truth of it. She has always sought out ...the truth of it. This impulse could not be ignored, although the journey south has been fraught, and she has left things behind that she should not have left, people and work, because of a few words snagged from the radio, hooked like fireflies out of the dark. Because of a story.
They progress. The trees are in full leaf and the light falls in narrow strips between them, reminding Mig of other things, corrugated iron and metal railings, tall, straight pillars in Station Sabado. Despite the absence of human life this place carries an echo of where he used to live.MoreLess
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