Friday, June 28, 2013

The Maroon

Caliban hacked his way out of the cane field with his machete.

Then he waded into the swamp.

In some places he sank to his waist.

But he knew that the water would kill his scent and make it harder for the dogs to track him

so he slogged on.

After a time, he found some berries to ease his hunger.

Then, out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw an alligator streak by.

All kinds of dangerous creatures lived in the swamp.

"I guess I'll be one of them" Caliban thought, vowing that he would never be taken alive.

À Bientôt