Fayray

A deep long sigh escaped my lip as I walked into the tunnel, which led to the player’s changing rooms. My eyes watched the spectators gather for what would surely be one of the greatest rugby matches in history. Each of their faces were filled with anticipation and eager for the match to begin but also many had sorrow in their eyes. The match would be one of the saddest matches too as people gathered to remember the coach that had supported so many players throughout their careers, Scott Evans.…

I sit, surrounded by people not six inches away, underneath the deck of a boat. I stare at the bodies-rows and rows of bodies. Some left us because of disease, others old age. I try to hold my breath but it’s pointless, the awful smell of unwashed and sick bodies never goes away. The groans of those around me grow so loud that I cover my ears and try to muffle the sounds with my own singing. Last night I sang until my body passed out from exhaustion and I could only hope that I would make it…