Chorus of Angels by lopezboy ([email protected])
“Some people are deaf because subconsciously they just don’t want to hear..”
Her lips quivered and mistiness gathered around her wary, deep-sunken eyes. She watched haplessly at three most beautiful creations sound asleep, thin cardboards separating their young, fragile bodies from the cold pavement – Jack jr.(5), Lydia(6) and Daisy(8). As if on cue, Caverns of the past lighted up again; memories sharp and scourging as if they were minted only yesterday.
It wasn’t always like this.
There was a time when they were complete; Jack, her husband, the love of her life, provided her and her angels a better life. A decent house. A lovely home. Not rich, but comfortably they got by.
But life is twisted. People are. Evil is King.
The sky was dark, the heavens were about to cough huge morsels of rain as if Evil was stirring black clouds in a cooking pot. A diabolical recipe about to be served.
Jack was on a rush for Jack junior’s birthday. He had ordered pancit and lechon manok; he was excited. Junior’s first. From nowhere a gang of five low lives caught up with him just a block away from home. They took his pancit, his lechon manok and left him in the whirlpool of his own blood…
She recoiled with dread, sense of self frozen in time. Justice was never served. Not when you lack resources. Not when you are poor.
Life is twisted. People are. Evil is King.
She gathered herself, kissed her angels. They always smelled good. Tomorrow they will be in the streets again. Stealing. Begging. Vulnerable yet immune to the brickbat and abuse of the city jungle.
“Sige sumama ka na sa amin, ito three hundred. Sandali lang naman tayo, konting inuman lang, iwan mo muna yang mga chikiting mo”. Three mature guys late in their forties. One only had pants on a dirty towel hanging on his neck. One visibly drunk grinning from ear to ear sensing bestial bliss ahead. One had become vague and formless.
It was a small shanty they brought her. They took turns. The heavily drunk man fuming at his misfortune of not being able to get his penis up.
After about an hour, maybe more, they left her. Three hundred pesos…her angels are gonna eat good food tomorrow when they wake up…good food…
She rose and felt the men’s semen flowing down her thighs. She looked around and pulled an old newspaper page pasted on the wall wiped ‘em. She felt some pain.
But it’s okay. Life is twisted. People are. Evil is King.
From a short distance she could hear two of the men making jokes about the one who couldn’t get his member up….
End.