Sounds from Above

When I heard the news, I didn't cry. After all, real men don't cry, right? I prayed, of course. But still I knew the Reaper was on his way, with his pungent smell of death.

Now, as I lie under the ground, I sometimes hear those prayers, even long after my departure from this world.

 

T. E. Samad.

 

Sounds from Above is a post from: Aztec Books