Cain’s Wife

It seemed to Cain as though he had been wandering for days: maybe months. He had long since lost sight of the lush, tropical paradise he knew as home.  He had crossed deserts, mountains, rivers, the plains, and not once during his wandering had he met up with any animal, fish or fowl. He was alone.  There was not even a hint of nourishment anywhere: no flowers, no fruit trees, nothing.  The small parcel of dried fruits, nuts and flask of water his mother had packed for him had vanished many days ago.
     Cain’s only belongings were a small pouch of seeds, a staff,  and a shawl made of the leaves of palms.
     He continued to wander during the light of day and sleep fitfully at night. He prayed for the death angel to visit him and end his misery.  Try as he may, he could not wipe away the memory of the horrible deed he had committed.  He remembered the mighty wrath of the King as he was banned from the home and land he had loved so much.  He missed the warmth and comfort of his mother’s countenance, the beauty and serenity of the fields he toiled. He tore at his hair and screamed incessantly, but he could not remove the curse the King had placed upon him. He would be tormented forever.