The sun bleached out the colour of the sky.
He was my friend.
Eshiel had not wanted to go to the scary hill, but his father and mother had made it clear that they all would be going.
Eshiel had three sisters – Mary, Rebecca and Niah – and a brother, Mathias.
He taught us about hope.
The crowds dwindled. Some of the adults had jeered, throwing insults and rocks together. A few of the children too.
Eshiel and his siblings did not throw anything.
He cries out.
The sky darkened suddenly. Wind whipped and howled, appearing as from nowhere. The earth began to move.
The cacophony was more than sight and sound. It wrenched at Eshiel’s chest, hurting the sad way.
He drops His head.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
He said “Follow Me”.
Eshiel shut his eyes and cried.
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