The Lion's Den Page #2

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The dying flames and glowing charcoal went out slowly as hot blood from my dying mother calmed them away. I was shocked to see her legs kicking so hard with such great power. I thought aimlessly: She should have used all that power to run away. Her eyeballs had already popped out like those of a bull trying to pull a sleigh on rocky ground. My mother's eyes looked like two black peas floating in milk but at that moment, though it was already dark, I could see them gaining redness bit by bit. Father just stood by, naked, hands on the back of his head, jaws dropped, eyes popped out! He was sweating profusely more than ever before. Heavy beads of sweat were now rolling down his chest and down to the legs. His skin was becoming red. I could notice fear in him. I do not know if it was real fear though. As I was busy looking at father, my attention was dragged by a huge sigh coming from where mother was lying. The sigh was so heavy and scary that I got up. It was a sigh with a heavy groan accompanied by deep emotion. Untrue as it might sound, one could wonder whether it was a sigh or a fart! 

Who knew that father was a lion that feasts on his cubs? I crawled towards my mother. I noticed she was no more. I just screamed once and signed out. I knew without mother our hut could turn into the lion's den. 'I was going to be father's daily bread', I thought as l stared at my mother's motionless body. I fainted or collapsed, whatever, but what I know is I could not feel anything and terrifying silence had already invaded the hut. 

Blackout!
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