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!
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!
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. ; )