Foteini Tzouveleki

A memory

It was Psychosabbath. Katina had woken up early to attend the church service. She and her sister Despina had gathered the day before to prepare the offerings. But no blessing or prayer from a priest can ease the pain. It's been four years since her son, her pride, was lost at sea. Charalambos—her Bambis, as she called him—was lost. Lost, not dead. It’s easier for a mother to be told her child has died than that he is missing.