Morning Letters

"That particular confusion is remedied", Garu nudged the man with his foot. "He was alive."

The corpse twitched and blood pumped from the hole in its chest as though bailed out by tiny hands. Kahn let the shard slip back to the white sand, slick with blood.

Garu was already headed up the dune, feet crunching through the glass, "I wouldn't throw yourself into the sand because of it. We have important work to pursue and he was undeniably slowing us down. In quieter times we would have cleared the shards days ago. It is fitting they be used to test his mortality."

Not sadness, not guilt, more an irritation and disappointment. He was wrong and wasteful. This man was not of the city.