April 8, 1945 – March 3, 1979
Killer at large
“You’d been such a good friend to me. You saved me from alcohol, told me Bible. But I stole your money and, committed an unforgivable sin.” The withered knelt in tears. “I’m so sorry.”
The stone echoed the torture of the bad conscience.
Moments later the guilty soul turned to the winged, “I’m ready. Take me to hell.”
“The Lord weighs the heart,” the angel smiled tenderly. “But don’t you recognise me, my friend?”