Thursday morning and he sat on the bench at the very far end of the park. It was here that he came to pray each morning.
A young woman, dressed in all black and with her sweat-shirt’s hood pulled over her head, sat down at the opposite end of the bench. After a few minutes of silence, she asked, “Mind if I ask you a question?”
He looked up, “No.”
“What are you doing?”
“Praying.”
“To?”
“Mary, mother of God.”
“Does it work?”
“Yes.”
More silence followed, before she said, “Then prepare to meet this Mary-chick.”
She squeezed the trigger.
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