A plumpish Asian boy was urged to reveal his scars, this he did and it was an awful sight. Across his middle from one side to the other and over his stomach, there was a continuous gash,the middle part packed with a purplish-red stuffing to make up for where the wound had not been stitched together. I was'nt prepared for what happened next, the boy shouted "He did It" and ran outside, all those present began looking at me. I was about to go somewhere and soon it became more pressing because there seemed to be a climate building up and people were talking amongst themselves. Then a white robed, bearded man came in with some others and he was loudly repeating "He killed my son....He killed my son" not looking directly at me, but not exactly helping matters. It seemed just about retribution time and I was obviously not going anywhere when thankfully I woke up. Those injuries were like none I have ever seen or could previously have imagined, why the boy should have lied can only be guessed at.....oh! and there was a peculiar odour about him. Its just to be hoped its not a premonition of something, disturbing.
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