DROP FIFTY-SIX
“I didn’t think I’d cry like this,” Patty sniffled.
Hector patted her on the shoulder, his mouth a line.
“I-He was just another scumbag, basically. He-He…” She burst into tears.
Hector hugged her. “I know, it’s okay.”
They were both dressed in black. The botanic garden next to Syntagma square was beautiful. Dripping with life, there were greens in all hues, colours from all the flowers, tweets from all the birds that flew lazily above them. A splash of colour and fresh air in the murky browns of the smog city.
It was paradise.
Demeter’s followers lowered Diego’s body in the ground. No casket. Just covered in a plain biodegradable shroud, in full contact with the earth. They wore earth colours and chanted in a melodic choir that resembled the birds and the animals and
