#5
The empty hole in the ground now fills with
rainwater as it pours from a peaceful cloud above. The boy stares at the
men loading the colossal thing unto an old, rusted, bulky and roaring
construction vehicle. Its engine is loud enough to force everyone into a
screaming frenzy. There is no way to organize the people. Men pull unto strings
but have no sense of unity or direction. The thing tips over and the vehicle is
swung to a side as men fly into the air, pulled by the massive force of the
crystal as it plummets down and hits the black soil with apparent malice. A man is crushed and it takes a moment to stop the
machine’s engine and for the people to gather around and realise the horrible
news they are to tell the village folk just that evening. Embraced and comforted on the idea of
sacrifice they persist, lift the thing and push it unto the vehicle. Some men
and women take the body of the dead man aside and try to accomplish the
impossible. A man is dead and the thing has been lifted, a defeat and a victory
in a single day. Amongst them the kid looks at both and feels no triumph. As he
stares at the dead man he can hear the engine of the roaring vehicle move
farther away, and with it an encased being he deems too important to simply
abandon.
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