Re: The Rooster
« Reply #1 on: Oct 12th, 2009, 6:29pm »
Carlos rose from the killing grounds that the mines had become. His neck had a circumferential scar on it that nearly touched in back. The marks of large fingers could be made out if one looked closely.
"Por favor," Carlos said rising to his feet and shaking, "not again."
The greenis-red rooster took flight fluttering to some unknown destination.
"Donde esta?" Carlos said looking for the mines opening.
Carlos listened closely and heard a rooster crowe in the distance. He followed the noise until at last he was out of the mines.