this morning #1229.

this morning, as we tumbled down side of the hill, dust & rocks kicking up all around us, sticks & leaves & dry grass scratching at our bodies, i didn’t have time to consider how this journey was going to end. then it ended. we careened into the wall at the bottom of the slope & as my body came to a sudden stop, i felt the full force of it ripple through me. shoot out to the edges. i was fading in & out. trying to get my bearings. i turned my head to the right & saw that he’d hit the wall headfirst. got the worst of it. blood had begun to pool out from the sides of his face. clearly out cold. i gazed up at the roadway above us. it seemed a mile away. before i’d even had a chance to stand up, i heard the first shots.