" Changing Time "
The old lady sat in the middle of the quiet desert. She was rocking back and forth, with her husbands dead body laying partially next to hers, his head and shoulders in her lap. Her arms were aching.
The sun beat down heavily on her shoulders. Or was it the weight of her dear sweet John? The Rocky mountains seemed to shimmer in the distance.The blazing sky had one small fluffy cloud drift by. Momenterialy casting a shadow on all the other dead bodies. After a while she began to hum a song she had learned as a child, wondering how long it would take her to die.
She almost wished they would come back and murder her too. It would be a lot faster, and better than being eaten alive by animals come nightfall.
From a distance, Max thought he could hear music. No, it wasn't really music, it was more like buzzing. His head hurt so much he was afraid to open his eyes. Hearing a strong flapping noise to his right, he forced one eye half open.
The Vulture seemed enormous. He cocked his head at Max, as if to ask, "Well are you dead, or aren't you?"
Max didn't move. Now with both eyes fully opened, he and the vulture continued to stare at each other. Max had never seen another living thing that had such empty eyes. Dead eyes. A few feathers rippled on one giant wing as the wind picked up.
Finally the creature took a step closer. Painfully, Max rolled over on his stomach and began to crawl. Trying to find something to help him stand up. The huge bird squacked and, with one last empty look at Max, flew over to another body to check it out.
Pearl watched the body and the vulture with interest. When the body groaned and started to move, she became very still and stopped humming. She watched him crawl on his belly to a large rock. He used the rock to slowly try to sit up against it. Just as he got into a sitting position, he passed out again.
"Well, I guess he's useless," Pearl said out loud. She started humming again as she continued to rock husband back and forth.