In the seventh month we needed a name so we could pray his death to purge our world of pain and with his passing put the burden of our sorrow down. Our cancerous anger had swollen. He had detonated our goodness with makeshift explosives and left families to lift their valued bones from the rubble.
This light-hearted tale knocked my out of my hammock! Thanks for this 10-years-in-the-making story, and for filling our inboxes with "sunshine and apple pie", reminding us that there is more to life than clouds or the main course. BTW, my path of denial usually leads to the panaderia. Thanks again, Victor!
"A name and face must creep clamber from cavern to cavern and when appear, appear only in silhouette to keep malevolence inscrutable and its threat murky lest too many submerged questions come up for air. The named face like a phantom must incite dread but like a peripheral apparition must be seen only sideways. To this we aspired."
That defines so clearly the evil that among us as one of us. As I will always say, your stories are fantastic! This one sounded like the prologue of a novel.
Twice I have made it to the end of the first paragraph. I circled back to say, 'Hello!" to you and the readers. Or at least to give you and them a heartfelt "heart". When I get off my 'fragile' hammock, I will complete the reading. The comments below are encouraging. ; )
This light-hearted tale knocked my out of my hammock! Thanks for this 10-years-in-the-making story, and for filling our inboxes with "sunshine and apple pie", reminding us that there is more to life than clouds or the main course. BTW, my path of denial usually leads to the panaderia. Thanks again, Victor!
A good feeling of H.P. Lovecraft in this one. Great job, Victor!
"A name and face must creep clamber from cavern to cavern and when appear, appear only in silhouette to keep malevolence inscrutable and its threat murky lest too many submerged questions come up for air. The named face like a phantom must incite dread but like a peripheral apparition must be seen only sideways. To this we aspired."
That defines so clearly the evil that among us as one of us. As I will always say, your stories are fantastic! This one sounded like the prologue of a novel.
How about that!? I did not see the typo. Happy to be of service! Indirectly.
Twice I have made it to the end of the first paragraph. I circled back to say, 'Hello!" to you and the readers. Or at least to give you and them a heartfelt "heart". When I get off my 'fragile' hammock, I will complete the reading. The comments below are encouraging. ; )