Blistered feet trudged on along a dirt path, only one foot had a shoe on it; the other had been lost what seemed like years ago. Polly’s entire body was covered in cuts, bruises and drenched in blood, her right elbow bent at an awkward angle, giving the impression of her bones being shattered, tendons shredded to pieces due to shards of bone sticking out of her arm. Bloody lacerations ran the length of her entire body, a trail of a mixture of blood, sweat, tears and other bodily fluids followed in her footsteps.
Polly finally came across a sign of hope, a bus stop sign. Through all the pain, she managed to force a smile, and to sit down. The sand found its way inside her cuts and burns, but the comfort of being able to sit down was lovely. …Read more >