Time Of Traitors

16

He took out the last cracker from his bag, dried up, almost stone, put half in front of the cat, half he threw into his mouth. Breaking his teeth on him, he picked up the bag and poured a few crumbs into his palm, licked it off with his tongue. With an empty and miserable bag he covered the cat, who did not even think of touching the cracker. I completely forgot about the fire and simply, grimacing from the dull pain in each vertebra, leaned back on my back in order to somehow relax. Bruises and bruises sang a plaintive ballad about his ridiculous fall, which will have to listen to for a very long time. Although Sareth understood that he himself was to blame for his sores, he involuntarily connected the fall with the obstinate structure, which was in no hurry to part with the guest so easily.

There was still a wall before my eyes and in my thoughts. Only she.

Neither the noise of the breeze, nor the singing of birds, and even less human voices, could be heard from the silent battlemen