Holy mother mafia

face etched in shadows and scars. Some old, some brand new. Red little liquid str

vy against me. Emilio sleeping blissfully and unaware. I can feel his so

ity of him being a terrorist and involved amongst those men that caused the

ches, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat louder than

d, my voice steady but

brace myself, ready to protect

ome any

my back against

ooting

door wide open. As though giv

, I just came to get a bu

he the

could stay and have rest in th

in pain. Seeing that I wouldn't give in he gave me some space, leaving the doorway completely and out of sight without a word. Fiv

ss on the floor. The conversation of earlier between the two men played in my head. This poor l

d across the floor, their lifeless forms huddled by survivors who weeped over the

s time there weren't any fires or smokes and my lungs weren't clogged by smok

s and chairs lay overturned.The air was thick with the metall

ked back and forth, holding a limp child in her arms. Whimpers, cries and gro

us earlier. Now he wasn't so scary anymore. His fists clenched his forehead while stamping his feet like a patient suffering from anxiety disorder

a woman's body lay slumped against the wall, her arms wrapped p

r maternal instinct refuses her to let go of the girl. But it was all in vain, the child showed no signs of l

estive decorations and warm colors of the restaurant now felt like a bitter contrast to t

ey your

izing when I had

ghter.... . B

but this time mine followed. I c

e a

Emilio stared a bit then went back to sleep once more. The scared man chuckles a bi

deep sleep even

me gulping half the w

know

stily, alm

omes a lot with his nanny

ands to brush Emil

r one customers. T

rry for the way I acted bac

rateful you stood your ground t

uldn't be witnessing all

. We don't get to choo

d his own

is my restaurant, at le

le sigh lef

ry for y

e sipp

ank

the lifeless bodies of th

you a

anning my bl

irst vow and I'm almost re

nowing how pr

ask a fav

ced m

ayer for

e?

lmost in

that right y

right or not. You said you're a n

wait for a Reveren

to con

uy food supplies not to serve as a Carmelite nun f

r, often pray for the deceased and participate in funeral rites. These are rites entrusted to The Fat

ungry hound searching for scraps. Emilio came to after his long nap. R

ia

mile strangl

orning

d his f

morh

d his ey

lo E

d, stroking E

al

his name w

hun

, the grumbling of h

u something

stained with blood. When did he get injured?, Manuel cleaned off

n't his

l con

nk Go

t the back of my left shoulder blades, Manu

tray bullet on

ha

went on

oticing this now ?

e, the blood dripping gradu

so it'll be easy to take out a

is hurts r

e a mocking laugh at me

water and a tweezer t

, will i

y but it de

s a fuckin bullet in my should

out what

s. What he is asking is a big responsibility, I don't see myself ready for that

my neck. He looked around, witnessing the non stop sobbing of a woman over a man and the weep

and her eyes running with tears. I stood immediately to give her my seat and

Are you a

to clean some of the bl

pray for my daught

ked, did she overhear me

a?!..

but I couldn't. The Lord knows his reasons and I w

comfort her, I can't just perform a

y don'

nd began to cry as well

granny c

ng grew

Emilio i

im up to c

lost someone dear to h

uck in my shoulder. Abandoning the poor abuela I took myself to the kitchen. Manu

's wr

ed handing

lady crying an

own and whippe

n Emili

e followed suit, gradually he

your injuries be

ng up his kitch

conversation and asked me to pray for

ntio

ieve I have the right to send you

if I didn't think you could do it. Does

uel. There are procedures to

enced nun for all

n you but we sincerely hope you

rsistent and I can'

out there would agree o

ugged at me. For

I'll

r defeat, he didn

gather every dead person in one place. W