Hug-Worldwide

I Patter, patter, patter. Belco – really Belasco Licio II – shivered and pulled his black coat tighter around himself. But it didn’t banish the ice in him, caged in his bones. And the rain continued battering him, thousand little needles. The scenery was perfect. The haze of rain made everything grey. The earnest, blank, unhappy faces, the crowd in black, the big stone coffin. Belco didn’t participate in the prayers or songs, he had a sore throat. Besides, it was hard enough to stand in the rain without help.       Soon, Belco assured his tired legs as they began to shake. It is over soon. Have a bit of patience. The c