96. The Car Jockey

They treated him like shit. Most of the customers fell into 3 stereotypical categories; asshole, jerk and jackass. Their attitude didn’t bother him because he saw his work there as a means to an end. He spent his days in the cavern of darkness. His nights, however, were beyond what anyone would suspect, and he liked it that way.

95. Sao Paolo church

It was hard to believe he had been there for 30 days already. When he fled with his family he had no other place to go in the panic of it all. He felt the guilt building, as his young sons played in the aisles of the pews, rowdy one minute, solemn at others, reflecting the mood of their parents. They were all pressed into a constant state of looking inward. He felt like a prisoner of Christ.

94. Motorcycle

She felt flaky for her indecision. Some days she loved it; the pavement heat rising, the urban gallery of graffiti art, sweet drinks and spicy food. Others she loathed it: the city’s assaulting smells, the leering men who spat, and the indignant noise. She wasn’t noncommittal, she just had the freedom to make the choice at this point, and in that she reveled.

93. Sao Paolo Building

This time it felt foreboding. He had been here a hundred times before, but now his conscience threatened to overpower him. He begged forgiveness in his mind as his sin battled within. His youth, passion and dedication to be a leader crippled him in that moment. Soon he would experience the ease of which sins can be washed away. The extra swigs from the goblet were nothing.