The huntress lets out one final, anguished cry. Her shoulders slip into the quicksand…her neck…her chin… It sucks her down without pause or remorse. Sinking to her armpits, the huntress splays her arms across the quivering surface. In desperation, she arches her back, thrusting her chest skyward and reaching out for a saving hand she knows isn’t there.

Soon, her heaving breasts sink into the quicksand. The jungle offers no reply her cries are swallowed by the trees. Sand fills her navel and crawls up her ribs. The quicksand yields to her every move, treacherously soft and deep. She bucks her hips and heaves her weight back and forth, struggling to free herself with every mite of strength. Now, as the ground itself begins to swallow her, dread overcomes her. Over the years, she has battled them all without fear, from leopards in the trees to coiling serpents in the rivers. The huntress is no stranger to the perils of the wild jungle. Realization widens her eyes and snatches the breath from her chest. The huntress freezes, her arms held high, but with every breath she takes, she settles deeper into the softness. It quakes and ripples around her until the whole clearing moves like a living thing. The ground beneath her is soft and yielding. Sand splatters against her bare skin she thrusts out her arms for balance. The chase has led her deep into the jungle, and sweat coats her lithe form, but the toil was worth it-tonight, she will eat well, and again for many nights after.Įager to claim her kill, the huntress leaps into the clearing-only to plunge to her hips in a thick, gritty mire. From her hiding place in the foliage, the huntress smiles. A feeble struggle, and the animal lies dead on the far side of a sandy clearing. A well-thrown spear stops her quarry in its tracks.

Two women sink in quicksand