She left the little girl in the desert to die.
She thought if the distance is long enough
If the sun is hot enough
Every bit of the little girl would evaporate.
The desert wind would make sure of it.
There would be no trace of rotten meat.
She would be free
Free from the guilt that she was shaving pieces of the little girl
And feeding them to hungry faces without the knowledge of a soul
She wanted to be one of them
Eating the servings of someone else’s soul
Maybe it is karma
Maybe it is God
Or maybe it is just a story
Whatever you call it
The little girl didn’t die
The desert wanted her as a friend
The woman, on the other hand, made a fortune collecting souls.
She is the most sought after soul collector.
One morning, the news paper announced,
Young billionaire, the city’s proud soul collector, jumped off the city bridge.
Her body was not found.
The search went on.
