In the still of the night Santiago’s crying cut sharply like a knife. His crying was relentless, as though it would never end but then, a child of three knows no other way to express his horror. Abraham Naser walked down the narrow street made of hardened earth and nothing more. His dress was pure class, white blazer and pants with matching wide brimmed hat. Lost in thought he rolled his cigar between his …showed first 75 words of 730 total…

…showed last 75 words of 730 total…soul exited on the face of the earth. They walked over the little bridles of white woods, holding hands in a chain of love. A family, a family with the sound of the last shot. Still ringing in his ears, Santiago crys in horror. From the foot of the bed Placida rocks Santiago in her arms as his father and his lover lay dying in the bed solid silk. “ Ssshh, ssshh. I know I know.”