{"id":2431,"date":"2016-07-07T09:05:22","date_gmt":"2016-07-07T09:05:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=2431"},"modified":"2016-07-07T09:05:22","modified_gmt":"2016-07-07T09:05:22","slug":"mirror","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2016\/07\/07\/mirror\/","title":{"rendered":"Mirror"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Beppe and Christina sat on the light iron chairs on their balcony<\/p>\n<p>They were drinking coffee<\/p>\n<p>Both were wearing sun glasses<\/p>\n<p>As the sun was bright<\/p>\n<p>Christina had unbuttoned her white shirt<\/p>\n<p>The breeze felt good on her skin<\/p>\n<p>In the apartment opposite an old man who had once been a member of a death squad watched as the breeze rippled Christina&#8217;s shirt occasionally exposing her nipples<\/p>\n<p>He was about to die<\/p>\n<p>He knew that he would die<\/p>\n<p>He should have killed the red bitch in the cornfield<\/p>\n<p>He wants you to remove your shirt Christina<\/p>\n<p>So that he can see your breasts as he dies<\/p>\n<p>Christina spills her coffee and splashes her shirt<\/p>\n<p>She swears and smiles at Beppe<\/p>\n<p>The old man watches as Christina removes her white shirt<\/p>\n<p>She has spotted him<\/p>\n<p>Beppe hands her his rifle<\/p>\n<p>She takes aim and fires<\/p>\n<p>The old man lurches back but does not fall from his chair<\/p>\n<p>His eye has been shot away<\/p>\n<p>Blood runs from his balcony and drips into the white street below<\/p>\n<p>Nobody notices his death<\/p>\n<p>For the first time in his tormented existence the old man tries to find God<\/p>\n<p>He thinks of all the people he has killed<\/p>\n<p>And regrets their innocence<\/p>\n<p>A fiery angel hovers over him<\/p>\n<p>It is time to leave old man<\/p>\n<p>God does not Forgive<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2431","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2431","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2431"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2431\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2431"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2431"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2431"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}