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Submitted to Contest #255
Josue Salamanca lay in the dirt with the side of his face covered in pig shit. The hot Mediterranean sun baked his back and the soles of his gnarled feet. One sandal had broken a strap and lay a meter from where he bled. Tears, saliva, and blood created a crusty sludge against his cheek and lips. It tasted nauseating. A lone magpie squawked in the old oak tree by the barn. “Por favor, Señor.” He whispered. The four men couldn’t hear him. Not that it would have mattered. Josue looked at his wife about twenty meters away. She al...
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