Like Vultures

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A man lost in the desert, fading away, until finally three women out of no where come across the horizon and accompany him for a while.

Submitted: February 22, 2012

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Three figures at a distance, sweeping the sand beneath their feet as they glided across the desert towards Kamel. His eyes flickered upwards at him, unsure as to whether they were a figment of his hallucination or not. After all, the scorching sun burning his head and intensifying the pressure on his body must have taken its toll. He slowly propelled himself onto his elbows, squinting at the wavering silhouettes, and for the first time in days, he smiled.
Women.
Their silhouettes grew bigger and bigger with each step. Kamel collapsed onto his stomach once more, and began frantically kissing the ground. He wasn’t aware of what he was doing, and whether it was an act of gratitude towards fate, or whether he was kissing at the women’s feet. They now stood before him, tall and strong, as opposed to the bundle of feebleness that he was.
Kamel stopped once more, closing his eyes and burying his face in the sand. He couldn’t believe his luck the fact that he was actually being rescued. These kind of things usually only happened in the movies, or so he believed. He looked up at the women, and noticed that they were covered in black cloth from head to toe, with the exception of a slit where their eyes were. But God, were they the most beautiful eyes that Kamel had ever seen. Their eyes danced, and they spoke; they laughed and they teased. Kamel found himself aimlessly staring at them, mesmerized with their exquisiteness. He at first assumed that they were wives of Bedouins, but their flirtatious manners claimed otherwise. Perhaps they were younger women… but Kamel knew that women in tribes got married at a young age.
He pushed himself on all fours to sit right up, and the three women suddenly froze, alert and suspicious of what he was about to do.
“There, there…” he croaked. He doubted they heard them, though.
They stooped down and crossed their legs, sitting on the desert floor beside him. Their eyes were round and almost yellow, their pupils dilated. The skin around their eyes was smooth and brown, their eyebrows feathery and soft. From under the cloth that covered their face, he could tell that their noses were sharp and beak-like, and that their mouths were curved into small thin smiles.
And so he smiled back at them.
They ran their hands all over him, brushing the lightness of their clothes all over him. He laughed until he could not feel his stomach. Was he losing his sanity? He couldn’t tell, but all that he realized was that he was the luckiest man alive. He turned his head at one point and saw a lake of water, and his body suddenly tensed up. The women captured his gaze once more, though, and enchanted, he gave in to their hungry eyes. When he looked back at where the lake was, he realized that there was nothing there.
Kamel began dazing in and out, not sure whether it was the hour of the day, or the day of the hour. The women began nibbling at his ears, softly at first, and then jerking it a little too hard. He would yelp with pain, but then he’d begin laughing again, that hysterical laugh that only death knew.
The three figures were now stooped over the lifeless figure on the floor, biting and tugging at the flesh and meat of the man’s. After waiting for their prey for so long to give in, they deserved to get every bite they could get hold of. They snipped their beaks and fluttered their wings with excitement, until silently deciding that their meal was over. The three vultures spread their wings and rose off the ground, soaring up into the sky and off into the dying sun.


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