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Ponta de SagresAugust 3rd, 2009Ponta de Sagres by axkingforit
Spain had, for decades upon decades, always prevailed upon his older brother to come spend the summer months with him in his smaller rural towns and Portugal (sometimes less than politely) turned him down each time; it was difficult to tell at times whether Spain’s insistence stemmed from actual fraternal concern or his immense desire to pelt his brother with tomatoes.
It was likely both at once, Portugal decided, because Spain felt several things all at once and always passionately, but never intensely. So he could not understand, with his own unbearable lightness of feeling, Portugal’s desire to spend the first week of August wandering the Ponta de Sagres’ sheer cliff lines while barefoot, kicking white pebbles into the sea.
Spain had had all the riches of the New World but he had never had a golden boy, so Portugal did not wonder which of them had truly been richer; in the end, they’d both let precious things slip through their
A Mindless Man- Chapter 3Courte priére pénètre les cieux.A Mindless Man- Chapter 3 by axkingforit
23 December 1923
”I admit to being a very bad Catholic. There, is that satisfactory?”
"Take this seriously," the old priest said wearily. “This is your eternal soul we’re speaking of."
"Ah yes, of course. Pardon me. Ahem. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been eleven years since my last Confession."
Here Étienne went quiet and the silence dragged on for many minutes.
"This is the part," the priest said mildly from behind the grate, “where you confess your sins and receive your penance to ask for forgiveness. In case you had forgotten, my son."
"I hadn’t forgotten. I was simply unaware that the mercy of the church extended to the devil himself."
The priest laughed awkwardly, the sound of his robes rustling from the next booth over painting the clear picture of a man made uncomfortable. “An exaggeration,” he replied with feigned warmth. “There is no sin w
A Mindless Man- Chapter 2Albiniţa, Basarabia (Kingdom of Romania)A Mindless Man- Chapter 2 by axkingforit
3 April 1921
Ion had come to America because five sons were a boon but six became a burden when the sixth was…wrong. The community was too small, too close-knit, too claustrophobic to not notice when someone among them was more than what they seemed. And the community was far too religious and superstitious to not make an example of the newly-derelict pariah.
It became obvious to the Sollomovici family (less of a family and more of a clan for their numbers) that Ion, gifted and cursed as he was, could not stay safely in Anenii Noi. But there was no money to be made in Chișinău or even in București, not so soon after the last war, not even with his useful talents.
His mother Adalet pulled him aside one night before the evening meal, leading him by the hand as though he were still a child into the sheep-run, where the ewes were dozing after a long day of very strenuous grazing. He was told
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