Monstrilio

by Gerardo Sámano Córdova

“This is not about God. It’s the rite that’s important. The occasion where you let yourself acknowledge this has happened in front of those who love you.”

“God is supposed to look over all of us,” Joseph explained. But Santiago said no, God chooses who he cares for, and he hadn’t chosen us. But, Santiago added, we shouldn’t be sad, God had too many rules anyway, and did we really want to follow so many rules?

Was I expected to find solace in these people? I felt alone, perfectly alone. So alone I felt divine.

Divine like a lonely god unfathomable to anybody but herself. Perhaps I could believe in Santiago’s God, a God who existed but had chosen not to look over me.