Vigil
"Anyone want some more lemonade?"
Mrs. Fracinas asked.
The living room was full of neighborhood neighbors.
Everyone was wondering about the events of the day.
Various rumours fed the most eccentric theories.
Mr. Fracinas was of the opinion of the majority, it was still a blow from the Islamists!
"Soon we won't be able to go shopping at the local hypermarket without the oriental version of Santa Claus getting his head blown off with a gas bottle!"
Mr. Raymond, from Tower H, sounded gravely.
For Mrs. Michel, the 80-year-old neighbour of the 5th, who had heard about some events that had occurred in the morning, events reported on the phone by her daughter-in-law, these were the signs of the end of the world.
"Half the city was sweating blood, through the floor, through the walls of the buildings,
..., It's the will of the God!!!
"Half the city was sweating blood, through the floor, through the walls of the buildings,
..., It's the will of the all-powerful!!!
Oh, my god! What about all these children? Disappeared..."
The old woman started crying and was comforted by Mrs. Raimond and Mrs. Fracinas.
Mr. Raimond pointed to his head with his index finger and looked at Mr. Fracinas, who gave him back an accomplice smile.
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