Blessed Virgin of the Circus- 11.


Yana and Jorge stared out the window of the trailer at the torrents of rain.

“I didn’t hear anything about a prediction earlier today. Did you?”

“No…but since when are we paying attention?”

Yana nodded, much more quiet and pensive than usual.

“So, uh, what do you do again? I mean not during the run.”

“I usually do roadie stuff for bands, but this past year and a half or so has been different. More office work. I really needed the money.”

“I see.” She shifted uncomfortably. “You, uh, got any kids?”

“Yeah, two. One’s eleven, the other’s twelve.”

“Cool. Cool.” Yana fidgeted and cracked something of a smile. “I’m worried someone else will try to take refuge in here. Otherwise I’d light up.”

Just then, LaShawn banged on the door. “Let me in! Is anyone in there!? Let me in!!”

Yana grabbed the door handle and unlocked.

“Oh, hi. Mara was found passed out near food court #3. She’s unconscious. The medics are on their way.”

**
Mara’s blackout this time showed her the Virgin kneeling. Scarlet cloak, blood from the corners of her mouth, as usual. Mara walked closer in the vision and the Virgin closed her eyes and the blood began to drip from her mouth, and also from her eyes, from the tear ducts. She raised her palms, showing the stigmata once more. As Mara walked closer and closer, like a zombie, she started to faintly make out small chunks of flesh stuck to the figure’s face, her palms raised up to receive the Spirit.


It was then she noticed that the Virgin was not kneeling, but straddling a man, and thrusting him in and out of her.

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