yellowplanet

Despite the way he was with her she missed him. Although living with him was like living on a knife-edge, she missed him. When they found his body, what was left of it after the hyenas and vultures filled their bellies, she'd taken him home and prepared his remains for burial with her own hands. She would let no one near him and even when her children were driven from the hut by the smell of their father's rotting carcass she took no heed. She washed the dirt and dried blood from what remained of his flesh and carefully pasted the scant ribbons of skin back on to his bones with a mixture of water, flour and an egg. She examined her work carefully. There were huge gaps of missing flesh and in truth he no longer looked like a man at all but like a raw lump of putrid meat fit only to be flung to the dogs.