~*~

Hazy memories swirling in the
gauzy mists of long ago.
Fleeting images of a horse-drawn
buggy swiftly wending its way down
the litter-strewn streets.
The stillness of the night is broken
by the furious pounding of hooves
upon the cobblestones.
Clop, clop. Clop, clop. Clop, clop...
Sounds that forever echo in the
recesses of my unsettled mind.
Putrid scents assail my nose as the hot,
summer's night gives rise to the
putrefaction of refuse and human waste
that cover the lane ways.
Lamplights are dim and far between,
offering little illumination
to light up the way.
Contents of belly threaten to spew
with the violent rocking of the caleche.
There is a tangible sense of urgency.
We must hurry!
Faster! Faster!
Faster!...

Why?
Where?
Who?
When?

***

...another night passes by,
but still no answers...

~*~