“Where are you going? Why did you walk away from the tour group?” asked Nargis, running behind Ruslan.
Ruslan did not reply. His legs moved involuntarily into the deep forest. He stopped in front of a statue, staring hard at it. Memories came in a rush. Sweet thoughts of Yalda! The tribal warlords sparring over their love, deciding to bury them alive. When was this erected?
Nargis was still staring at the statue, shocked by her husband’s uncanny likeness to one of the faces. Ruslan looked at her sadly, realizing that she was not his soulmate.
This was written for Rochelle’s friday fictioneers. Photo by Claire.