The cry was faint but I heard it loud and clear as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source of the helpless sound. I decided to give it a try and I continued to move. Could it be another innocent child abandoned by a single mother? Could it be an aged grandmother lamenting the sudden loss of her only living descendant? Could it be a little teenager whose heart was broken by the infamous boy next door? Whose cry was it?
As I moved forward, I could hear my heart pounding. I was scared of the unknown. What if a snake suddenly slithers across the overgrown grasses? What if a stray wild animal suddenly appeared infront of me? What do I do then? I shivered but I was determined to find the source of the cry. The cry pulled strings in my heart and I found my legs directing me towards the source of the unease in my heart.
I found her, the source of the cry. She was a middle aged woman with a dark skin that shone under the moonlight. Her brown eyes were filled with tears as they wet her long eye lashes. Her lips were parted as she stared at me...