(Photo Credit: Nick Allen)
The choking that racked Michalis for an agonizing while was now not that insufferable. His mottled face had already turned a menacing blue. A blue that signaled a beginning of the end. A blue which while it began taking shape was unwelcome, but was now a redeemer.
“The Mafia will be your dalliance with death” Elena had warned his dearest friend.
Now they were killing him by funneling his mouth using one of the “snout babies” that had lubricated their very engines.
As very vestige of life drained away, Michalis’s last thought was, “at least they used my favourite snouty”
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The credit for the breathtaking photograph goes to Nick Allen