I was raised Catholic but have lapsed as of late. I still believe in God, I just can’t stomach the people I see in the church. We’re all sinners, ...eople should stop judging each other and just live, since only God can judge all of us. I shared this with Ayaan, and to my immense surprise, the young Somali woman smiled and nodded understandingly. Gently Ayaan laid her hand on mine. People can deceive you but God will never give up on you my brother, Ayaan said, her golden brown eyes boring into. The trailer park where her family lived was at the edge of a forest and, in her boredom from a lack of toys, the girl had explored. Looking under logs, making leaf boats for the small stream at the far end of the forest and climbing trees were her favorite childhood activities. Huh, Lynn thought. I used to just sit in the tree and listen to everything. My little hiding place away from the noise of the trailer park. And the bullies. And the bad smells. Good god, how could I have forgotten what. It started when you greeted me on the doorstep, and you lingered just a little too long over that welcoming kiss. Then there was that short, tight little dress and those ‘come fuck me’ shoes. You looked as though you were up for a hot night out, not a quiet evening in with a neighbour. By the time I arrived you had already had a drink or two, and we downed another couple of large glasses of wine before that famous CV even appeared. When I settled myself on the sofa to read your CV you sat. His veins, which had been such a boil, began to cool, his nerves settled into a numbing sensation, and his breath fell short. All though he knew his pains would soon be gone, he was horrified at the same time. And with this instant, his heart came into a hault, his lungs ceased to pump oxygen, and existance for Azrael Garbyn came to an end.-----Abrupting the solitude of the desolate cabin, the limp arm of the lifeless figure fell to the floor, and the shard of wood, stained in a deep, red.