James P. Carse

They call it the tooth. You can't see it unless you are standing at the edge of the cliff. It is a pointed rock that rises from the bottom of the valley. In a soft wind you can smell the decaying flesh of those who were not thrown far enough to fall beyond it. The smell makes the conquistadores angry and they often hit us.
But it was they who threw the bodies. How could we throw anything, our h Read more of this blog post »