by Wudson Silva
A brief silence… and the priest screamed God’s name in a terrifying way, but the sound of the shot silenced him.
I was flabbergasted when the recording ended and changed, immediately, to one of the Beatles songs: the damm detective recorded the priest’s suicide on my favorite tape — son of a...!
With all the tapes in the world, why mine? What if the street seller didn’t have another one like that to sell? What if I…
Well, it was about time for me to make an adult decision and stop running away from myself. What did I get with this terrible life philosophy? What did I get so far?
Enough of waiting for life to happen according to my intentions, I will start building my own way and make life happen!
Two Years Later
(Conclusion)