The Great Mother

13

The wind at the edge of the cliff pushed the sand and stones forward, rolling briefly into the air at the boundary of the edge, and then falling. The huge splashes of water hitting the cliff were like hungry beasts, eager to devour every residue that fell from the edge of the cliff.

Antony was bound hand and foot and placed at the edge of the cliff. He was just ten centimeters away from the edge and was half-bent over because of his leg pain. Cathy's mother was two meters to his right and Cathy's uncle and another man were behind him eyeing him like tigers. The cold and salty sea breeze tasted like death.

His life was coming to an end, and the past few decades had flashed before his eyes like lantern slides. From childhood to schooling, then to work, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

He clearly saw himself. He saw how he used language to fight, deceive, seek love, promote, and even kill. He had done it all very well before and now he planned to try again.