Chapter Three: The Whore of Babylon

Mar 06, 2009 12:58

For this chapter, I'm going for a minimalistic approach. Two photos and more writing:



I’ll never forget following Nana around the house as she took every image of my mother off display, moving from room to room methodically, only pausing when she came across a photo of the runaway Mrs. Williams. She would pick the photo up and drop into the large, black bag she was dragging along behind her. I asked her what she was doing, I asked again and again, but she didn’t speak. I was never told why all the photos of my mother were thrown away; I had to puzzle out the truth out for myself.



“I viewed a woman astride a scarlet colored beast, full of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns. And the woman was arrayed in scarlet, and decked out with precious stones and pearls, having a golden chalice in her hand full of abominations.”

I think that’s right.

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It was just that she always treated me with a small dose of apprehension. I think it was because my looks meant I reminded her of my mother. Nana made no secret of her opinion of her; Linda Williams was wicked, the great whore, the traitor whose hated name was not to be said aloud.

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