Murdered Father
As every Friday, I
went to see my boyfriend at his university, CES
Don Bosco. To my
surprise, when I arrived, I saw a crimson red path. It was not precisely
formed by roses or carnations. It was a path of bloody footprints. I
did not care, I thought it was a
decoration. I saw Erik far off. He was holding a knife in one hand and in the other the head of his French teacher. Before fleeing with the head of my father, he said me: "Forgive
me, he flunk me. "
Ana Paz Díaz,
Madrid
Madrid
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