Everyone in the village knew that Mitros was humping my wife; but what can you do? All I had belonged to my father-in-law: the house, the land, the donkey — hell, I had even worn an old suit of his on my wedding day.
And between us two sons-in-law, he cherished Mitros the most. When my wife’s sister passed away coughing up blood, him and my wife started making out. Instant love. You see, he was taller than me, hard-working and he hadn’t lost his hair.
We were digging furrows in the fields when I heard the blast. I scrambled along the crusty earth and found him in a pit full of blood and mangled flesh; his legs wrecked up to the groin.
“Landmine,” he muttered, “finish me off.” He was staring at my spade, I was staring at the jumble of flesh that remained of his nuts.
I snorted. “No way, you bastard.” I threw him over my shoulder, his blood pouring on my back like piss. “You’ll live to know how it feels.”
Antony Paschos is a Greek author with published short stories in Metaphorosis, Channel, The Common Tongue magazines and several others in Greek anthologies and literary magazines. He has also published two books, the latest of which was released in 2019 by Bell Publications. He is a member of the Athens Club of Science Fiction, and lives in Athens.
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