Saturday, June 23, 2012

Halo

Mare Serenitatis

“An angel, an angel.” They did think she was an angel; they never doubted. “What a sharing lovely generous angel, always willing to take a few homeless souls home and bathe them, feed them, clothe them, ” yes, the poor, the helpless, the rejects no one wanted roaming the streets, stealing food, sleeping in the shadows. Little did the town folk know… Some of her protégés had died, some were still alive, others barely survived the procedures, but her business was blooming. A new Mayor had recently been elected and he had decided to rename the city Vipir. On a newspaper stand, the cover article of a fashion magazine was titled “Sharp trend, canine teeth”. She smiled while an elderly lady looked at her with maternal eyes. “An angel, an angel.”

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