6.5 Abandoned
A finger jabbed at Graisingh’s chest.
Just a jab, just a finger. But poked
right on his scorch marks. Reaching
up and poking a vicious finger into
the burnt skin on his chest. The shock
made Graisingh hiss. His mouth
twisted with a searing pain.
“So don’t you go running off,” the
voice to the hand sniggered.
“Ya just hang out. Stay around out
here.”
The finger jabbed at the burn again.
Graisingh contorted at the sharpness
of the pain.
“Damn you!” he yelled back.
The finger changed into a hand.
Slapping Graisingh right across the
burn on his chest.
“Mind ya fucking language. SLAVE.
Watch who ya talking to.” The voice
emphasised his point with a jab from
the side of his hand. Same place, same
painful result.
“Me and me brother here… we’re
gonna make ourselves comfortable.
Have ourselves a nap. Get outta the
sun.”