Jakarta Sunrise
Matthew Ryan Fischer
It had rained all night. Some would say it was day, but the clouds
were thick and it looked as though another storm was growing. A rooster was
busy making noise, so perhaps it knew something that Rian didn’t. Protein
sounded good right about now. It had been days. A skipped meal had turned into
a fast had turned into something more. He had been on the move for three days
now with no end in sight. The girl had washed ashore in Bali. He had only met
her the night before. But he knew better than to stick around. Her friends
would recognize his face. Or at least be able to tell someone they had seen her
speaking to a local the night before. He had spent the night with her, but had
gone home when the sunrise came. They were on the beach near her hotel. It wasn’t
his fault if she couldn’t make it back a kilometer or two. But very few people
would see it his way. So, the minute he heard she was missing he was already on
his way. He didn’t know her body had been discovered until a friend called him
yesterday. He hoped the rain might hold off for another hour or two. If he were
lucky, he might find a place for a nap. He was tired and hungry but he had a long
way to go before he could stop. One island away might not be enough.
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