The screams and shouts when your father had found out. He was fuming; eyes totally, utterly and horrifyingly black.
His blood was boiling and voice rather harsh. "He is christian!" He spat.
"I love him."
Your lips were trembling. Prayers to God could be heard in the room; it went on and on and on.
It is still ringing in my ears.
YOU ARE READING
MONOTONE
Short StoryEverything looks like it is in monotone. Just like a music score, just like a keyboard.
