“Liar!” An iron wire bumped his small right eye which burst in red fine sparkles that glowed beneath the moon-light. A crazy euphoria went trough Larry’s body whose madness led him to frantically whip the winged-boy’s body.  

“Oh shit…oh my…, lil’ cherub?” The overcharged Larry realized he might have gone far over-the-top with violence. “Hello? ‘You okay? -he patted the seraph’s ribs with his right foot, concern consumed progressively his soul- don’t play the fool with me shitty fagot!” But the cherub remained still, no visible sign of life.

 Larry had this idea that killing a messenger of heaven whose mission consisted on spreading love was a terrible sin, thus panic took hold of him. “I have to save my heart from the Devil’s claws”, he thought. He was intended to revive the picturesque angel and fright made him rush to tackle the task. Firstly, the good Larry lifted the cherub by his ivory-white wings and shook him vigorously; it was so the strength that both wings detached from the seraph’s rear and the rest fell heavily in the ground.

“Holy shit, you’re a bloody stupid Larry – but his self-lecture stopped once he perceived the hidden label between the feathers. ‘Ad hoc Disguises’ was written in big bold letters and then under, in a small blue font, ‘made in Taiwan’.” Larry couldn’t keep laughing “a pair of feather-trimmed limbs! I should have guessed… an angel cannot be so weak… a homely child, oh Jesus…, and looking towards the roof of his gloomy apartment, you got me God! You gave me the goose-flesh… a homely child, he puffed, caught his bottle of booze and continued laughing from time to time near the “cherub’s” corpse.