As they stepped out into the harsh, bleaching light of the streets, a heavy silence hung over the neighborhood.
It was the kind of quiet that suggested few or even nobody lived there, likely because the church was nestled in the heart of a wealthy enclave. It was that familiar stench of segregation again, a reality Fedora noticed but simply rolled his eyes at. He just trailed a little behind his mother and the priest.
The man of God was juggling a dozen topics at once, tithes, upcoming charity drives, and various other church matters that were clearly not Fedora's business.
No matter what they were discussing, they better not include him, Fedora had already carved his own resolution deep into his mind and chest, sealing it with the wax of his own shame. After the crazy, inexplicable thing that had happened to him in that inside there today, he was never going to step foot in this place again. Ever!!.
