Momoland - 3 - Plans can be changed

Momoland

plans can be changed

Marina muttered to herself, as she weaved the thread through Momo's new collared shirt, once a beautiful marble shade. But now her man was lying on the attic's leathery sofa, pressing a damp scrap heap of rags onto a slash in his chest, which looked - if possible - worse now it had stopped its flood of bleeding. Momo pulled his head up - he had removed his mask after he had scrambled home weeping and gushing the blood as deadly as snake's venom. Marina knew that a beady-eyed boy had seen Momo and that in his bandana, assumed him to be a common slug of a robber. So being only four, he had thrust him a jagged knife growling, and when the blood had burnt through his toes, Momo ran back to safer ground. Then suddenly, Marina felt a pang of anger run throgh her veins. She HAD to revenge them. All of them. ALL...