Spin: Mary-chick


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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