Tezos

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Description

June 13, 1980. Flowerville. Flower Alley. Jane, the detective's wife's name, was returning home after a trip to the flower store. She was buying her husband's favorite flowers, peonies, for the "13th of the month" holiday. Flowerville was known for its vast array of flowers and plants that adorned the dreary everyday lives of the hard-working residents of a wonderful town that would soon be overtaken by darkness and rancor. On her way home, she met her old friend, Chris. They hadn't seen each other for more than twenty years after graduation and she didn't immediately recognize him. He had changed a lot. A man in a suit, with a hat, looking nice and tidy was standing in an alleyway smoking a cigar. His distinctive feature was his blue eyes, incredibly different from other people, and then she knew exactly who she was going to meet. - Hi Chris! - Hi Jane, good to see you dear, how are you? - I'm fine, robert and i have been married for 21 years and we have 2 wonderful children, the girl is about 18 and the boy isn't even 10 yet. they have a lot of fun getting along and that's great! What about you my old friend? - After university I went to a monastery, I decided to devote myself entirely to God. -Wow, I'm happy for you! -I wouldn't be so happy. Chris said with a grimace on his face. -But why, faith is what makes a lot of people live and thrive! -But not me. Ugh, he spat beside himself. -It wasn't as good as it might seem. Monasteries are different and so are people. -I don't quite follow you, Chris. -When I arrived they gave me a warm welcome and told me I could live here and pray as long as I wanted. I was given a job which I did day by day and basically nothing interesting happened in my life at that time. But, one day everything changed like a snap of a finger and all these "priests" showed their true nature. In the course of a verbal altercation that occurred because the guy tossed an apple for joy that it was ripe and tasty, the priests saw this and became furious and beat the guy to death with branches. It was a gruesome scene that lasted several hours. -He survived????? -No, he died 15 minutes later, he had a weak heart. They just couldn't stop beating the dead body any further. They didn't even bury him, they threw him in the trash like a piece of shit in a bag. -I can't believe it, Chris, it's horrible! It can't be! -It can. -I could tell you thousands of stories like that that broke me to pieces. -I'd love to, but I have to go home to my husband. -Come in for a cup of tea, I'll help you carry the bags later. Chris and Jane went inside.