COFFIN CURFEW
She hugged her mother's leg so tightly, her little hands clung so tightly, they throng with the crowd, passing through houses burnt, Where's our house? Her little mind tried to comprehend, too scared to ask her crying mother Yesterday night was fire on the mountain, it was run! run! run! Their haven was no longer safe, the wild mindless inferno gutted the houses in their family compound, beyond recognition making them homeless. All she could remember was her father fleeing, he carry her all through, her little chubby brother strapped to his mother's back ahead, gunshot heard continuously, bullet discharged sporadically by bandit or herdsmen or whoever they are called especially enemies. They went deeper into the bushes, to look for refuge among the rocks towering the village stream. She overhead her father telling the other escapee that their houses were destroyed, everyone had a remark, curse word for their assailant, they were unforgiving, their ability to hold a gr...