|PHOTO PROMPT © C.E. Ayr|
Round and Round in Circles
Another day, another week. He trailed in circles from embassy to police station. Empty promises. Empty platitudes. Yet, childlike, he grasped at their assurances.
Searching for clues, he picked his way along ripped pavements. A street-food stall emitted enticing aromas strong enough to mask the pungent drains. A beggar whimpered, as limp with defeat as he.
And every night he stifled beneath a mosquito net, listening to the scuff-scuff of a rusty fan.
Bewildered, he asked again and again: how can someone vanish so completely?Trapped by despair he waited for the city to yield the secret of her disappearance.