![]() ![]() “Do not look Tim and do not judge they have lost their minds, drive over the bridge.” Three men who had been trying to get to the animal cart had instead turned their attention to nearer and warmer flesh, some of it still fighting back limply. Blood mixed with the mud and some people in the mound lay motionless, others broken but moving. He looked out of his own window but immediately wished he hadn’t. Out of Asefa’s window he could see the bridge over the river, leading out of the town. He had stopped just in time the front wheels almost tipping into an open sewer that ran like a deep gutter along the edge of the road. They had slipped sideways and the car was facing a clay wall under a rusty corrugated metal awning. Tim slammed his foot on the brake and the car stalled. Then the car crashed down on the other side. ![]() The worst was hearing the tires spin, tearing skin and cutting into god knows what. As the car moved forward, he told himself the crowd would part with the force of the vehicle and let him through, but the Niva lurched upwards as they traversed the moving mound of flesh. Tim closed his eyes and pressed the accelerator pedal. “Tim,” said Asefa, “Look at these people. Maybe we can wait, maybe they’ll disperse.” He banged his hands on the steering wheel. They got in and shut the doors, but as he did, Tim noticed a twitching arm stretching from beneath the wheels. ![]()
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