WHAT’S IN A NAME?
By Toneye Eyenot
“All you have to do is say his name. Just speak his name and He will come. Then, fiend… It will finally be over”.
“Rishhh…Rshh”. The blind man lay naked, prone and broken across the large wheel, positioned horizontally face down and bound with all manner of restraints. His broken left hand, manacled in a rusted iron fetter, dangled limply over the rim. The right; equally mangled, held fast with dirty copper wire. His fingers, swollen and purple from deprivation of blood flow had stiffened and now stretched helplessly toward some invisible salvation, as he unsuccessfully tried to give his torturer what he demanded.
© Toneye Eyenot 2015
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