Gris Gris
The rock bit into my back, ripping the thin fabric of my dress. It was quickly followed by another and another. Tears streamed down my face, as I tried to run away from them as fast as I could. It was of little use. I couldn’t escape them. The three of them grabbed me by my long dark brown hair, pulling me to the ground. I curled into a tiny ball to avoid the flying fists and swift kicks they delivered to my back and sides. If I was small enough, I could detach myself from my body and float away from the pain. I lifted my eyes, to look at my attackers. The three of them towered over me, the glistening patent leather of their shoes, shining as they came down towards my body. Their brown faces twisted in hatred. I could almost feel the anger radiating off of their bodies, all of their energy focused on me.
