The Trail of Corpses

15 Aug




The young man pushed another dead from the back of his wagon. Instinctively, he wiped his eyes; however, there was not enough water in his body to give any tears away, even if it was his father. It had been days, or maybe even weeks, since he had lost his mother. All in all, they had lost nearly two dozen to the harsh travelling and now there were only two travelers remaining.

Pahe’s father had made him promise that he would take care of his little sister, and the young man meant to make good on that promise. He had been giving his younger sister, Natonaba, the majority of remaining food and water. The lack of nourishment had given Pahe a strange, grey tint to his skin which contrasted with the plum colored tattoos that covered his body. His hair was black, and he had not even attempted to keep it neatly braided as he was used to before the journey. The exodus had changed everything.

The familial duo had only one living ox remaining, so they had hitched the creature to the smallest wagon. If they didn’t find some sort of food and shelter within the next couple of days, they too would perish in the desert.

On and on, Pahe drove the ox. Natonaba didn’t have the energy to even complain about the bumping and bruising caused by the small wagon’s wobbling. Mostly she just slept until her brother woke her to eat or drink. While she slept, Pahe was dying. Finally, he too had to crawl into the wagon to rest; or perhaps to die.

“Is it time to eat?” Natonaba asked weakly.

“No, sister,” Pahe answered. “We are almost home.”





Posted by on August 15, 2013 in Dessilus Collaboration


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14 responses to “The Trail of Corpses

  1. Paul Davis

    August 15, 2013 at 10:10 pm

    Dark. This is Dessilus?

    • Len

      August 15, 2013 at 10:37 pm

      They are skating on the outskirts.

      • Paul Davis

        August 15, 2013 at 10:38 pm


      • Len

        August 15, 2013 at 10:45 pm

        Yeah, not the best term, but it is used to mean a vehicle for hauling goods, but I realize that it was reaching. Haha

      • Paul Davis

        August 15, 2013 at 10:47 pm

        A little. I automatically think of ice. I’ve heard sled used in those contexts, but that’s not much better.

      • Len

        August 15, 2013 at 10:49 pm

        I wouldn’t use it in a story (I hope) but I thought I could sneak it in on a comment. Haha

  2. C. Jeffrey

    August 15, 2013 at 10:15 pm

    I’ve always liked how the harshness of the desert impacts its people. Makes for such a unique culture. This was very interesting. 🙂

    • Len

      August 15, 2013 at 10:38 pm

      I am working at getting my characters in place.

  3. disperser

    August 15, 2013 at 10:16 pm

    Very uplifting . . . perfect cap to this day.

    • Len

      August 15, 2013 at 10:39 pm

      Yeah, it kinda mirrored my own day. Can only get better, I guess?

      • disperser

        August 15, 2013 at 10:42 pm

        People often say that, but it never does. Holding pattern is the best I’m hoping for.

      • Len

        August 15, 2013 at 10:47 pm

        Haha, I am just holding on for a weekend.

  4. D. James Fortescue

    August 16, 2013 at 10:47 am

    Mixing the Native American look for Pahe with the colonial;s preferred method of travel is a nice blurring of history =)

    Don’t let Natonaba die. Pahe needs someone =\

    • Len

      August 16, 2013 at 11:00 am

      Yeah, trying to get away from “our” history and into their history. She will survive, but both siblings will be forever changed.


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