FogosaLucia

Two friends leave work, change clothes, and disappear into the night. This time the prey is a drunk boy outside a nightclub, and the deserted cove will see everything.

The bamboo rod hissed through the air and Clara didn’t blink. We were friends. Now she held the stopwatch and I was on my knees on the cold grate.

They didn’t give him water in a cup. They poured it over her foot, and he had to lick it from the leather straps if he wanted to survive.

I put on the already worn sneakers and thick socks, ready for a full day of sightseeing. He had no idea every step was a gift prepared for him.

Thirteen kilometers on foot, thick socks, and closed sneakers. That night I was going to give him the gift I’d been preparing since I boarded the plane.