
‘I hear the tap of the wooden coffin as the spade strikes – just a few more
shovels of earth. Now the moonlight picks out the tiny pearl-coloured casket.
I won’t open it, no need. I know what is in it, just foetal remains wrapped
in white silk, rotted silk, decayed silk, all decayed. And I know what lies
beneath the casket; a large oak coffin. I pleaded with them from my prison
cell not to bury them in the same grave. They took no heed, why should they,
to them I was a monster.’
A young girl's journey through civil-war torn Bosnia, and on to sex-industry England.
Details
- Publication Date
- Feb 27, 2021
- Language
- English
- Category
- Fiction
- Copyright
- No Known Copyright (Public Domain)
- Contributors
- By (author): P J Searle
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- Format