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Short story: Lucille

“Don’t forget the garden…” “Do not forget what happened in the Garden of Eden.” The Voice came to Lucille as plainly as one of an angel standing by her side as she infuriatingly looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, glistening with rage. ‘Has the man in the other room gone mad?’ she thought to herself. Moments prior, foolish atrocities were grumbled from the mouth of the father of Lucille; moreover, words were spoken in such inhumane manner, Lucille could not help but feel nauseated. The bludgeoning pain which had instantly aroused from the top of her head had quickly spread to the back of her neck within seconds. The voice started again, “remember that moment when the thought of sin was presented to the woman. She was away from her covering, away from her husband.” Lucille dared challenge the voice, ‘What covering? I have no covering! What? Who? My dad?!?..’ Eagerly, Lucille tried to make sense of those thoughts. Livid with anger and hurt, she wondered ‘what the hell does that have to do with anything?!?’ The voice finished, “My child, the very first sin, equal to all, went about because there were no thoughts of repercussions. None were taken into account or consideration before it was acted upon. You know of the repercussions and have thought of the conditions of which your actions can bring about. The sin of one does not only affect one person but many.” ‘Oye,’ Lucille then dreadingly came to her senses. She realized one cannot overcome inhumanity with vulgarity but instead with humility and consideration.