She watched them as they fell, lifeless shells that collapsed to the earth like fallen trees. All the brightness was gone from their eyes and clouds had rolled in like storms leaving them milky and overcast. She thought, ‘life has ended’, but the words rang hollow… they were untrue.
The sun flickered across the sky in a wild dance, fast and fleeting like the world watched and often blinked to see what the land made of what was left behind.
Skins rose and danced with the traipse of beetles, the white flicker of maggots and the hissing buzz of flies, things thrived there in those forgotten husks, lived, loved and died. What remained sank into the soil or was stripped away by ants and smaller things.
All that remained were the bones, some cracked some forgotten, and the empty eyes of their skulls seemed to peer up at the rest of the world as though to say they waited.
They watched, knowing that all things would, in the end…bide by them, and in turn, they were watched.