Beppe and Christina sat on the light iron chairs on their balcony

They were drinking coffee

Both were wearing sun glasses

As the sun was bright

Christina had unbuttoned her white shirt

The breeze felt good on her skin

In the apartment opposite an old man who had once been a member of a death squad watched as the breeze rippled Christina’s shirt occasionally exposing her nipples

He was about to die

He knew that he would die

He should have killed the red bitch in the cornfield

He wants you to remove your shirt Christina

So that he can see your breasts as he dies

Christina spills her coffee and splashes her shirt

She swears and smiles at Beppe

The old man watches as Christina removes her white shirt

She has spotted him

Beppe hands her his rifle

She takes aim and fires

The old man lurches back but does not fall from his chair

His eye has been shot away

Blood runs from his balcony and drips into the white street below

Nobody notices his death

For the first time in his tormented existence the old man tries to find God

He thinks of all the people he has killed

And regrets their innocence

A fiery angel hovers over him

It is time to leave old man

God does not Forgive