Mother Earth’s tears are red

(Svay Rieng Province, Cambodia | © Google Maps)

“Please do not venture deep into the bushes”, warned Arunny using her palm to shield her face from the angry rays of the sun. Siew Kuan armed with a Canon EOS 5D, nodded perfunctorily. But since the tone of her host had a steely ring to it, Siew Kuan reigned in her enthusiasm and slinging the strap of her camera over her shoulder, proceeded towards the steps of the house that appeared as though it was on stilts.

“Arunny means the sun”, said the middle aged woman whose weary face held more tales than a cartographer’s map. “But the sun set down upon me many years ago in this very backyard. It was when my little Botum stepped on a landmine.” Anger, anguish and angst had played a dance of death on her threshold.

“My land is sullied my child. The tears of Mother Earth here are red in colour.”

(Word Count: 150)

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2 thoughts on “Mother Earth’s tears are red

  1. You use such vivid imagery in this piece. The dance of death, the bloody tears, the sun setting, the steely voice, all intensifying the warning to the young photographer. I fear for her, and weep for the mother.

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