Maria Ayala

The Whispers of the Broken

My mother once told me that the broken were destined to one day inherit the earth. It was an odd saying, especially when mumbled over glasses of scotch that smelled no different to a sewer. She refused to specify who qualified as a broken person, but perhaps that is why I never paid much attention to her babbling. Who could have known there was any truth to the slurring of a mad woman in the midst of another tall tale? Foolish of me to think it was nothing but a saying, when it was really a warning of the inevitable.