Bijoy Philip - The dawn

As the early morning's darkness filtered through the bars she woke up in empty stomach.

They came after she had her bath.

They cut her still wet hair and gave her a black gown and led her silently through the grounds until she reached a square with a few people around.

They made her lie on the wooden platform.

Face down her head resting on a metal portion.
She heard something hurling down.

A click and someone else heard a crunch.

They rolled her body off into a wooden box.

And just her head remained as if gazing at the breaking dawn

Bijoy Philip

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