Made Lower Than The Angels by jim vecchio 75 Words Flash Fiction contest entry |
Saint Anthony was my Patron Saint. Grandma kept these little saints on her windowsill. I used to imagine living their lives. I fell into the wrong crowd. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but it was so much fun! Till I got roped into killing Louie Cashio. I can’t get that face out of my mind. Pale, screaming, begging. I’ve gotten as far away from those saints as I could. Saints, forgive me!
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