• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 05
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Bodies in the loch

Bodies buried in the centre of the loch, put pressure on time and hold the second hand still on our clock.

Families wax and wane in perpetual tension, hoping and praying that their lost ones are worthy of attention.

Their worlds now frozen, at the point where the top soil was beaten down. It is not the hope, but the unknowing in which they may drown.

Some say the bodies must be left in the centre of the loch, to keep peace between factions, to preserve the flock.

Peace is something these people may never find, whilst haunted by scars they cannot leave behind.

The past cannot be entombed without dignity; it will breed unrest, until those in the loch receive serenity.