Giriko

Things were pretty quiet in the church today. Giriko sat on the front stoop, a small forest of bottles around him, some empty and some full, and a half-full one between his knees. The air was comfortable, today, not too warm or cold, and the sky was blue and cloudless. Possibly a hot day to come, but for now the real heat hadn't yet hit.

Giriko had no idea that his life was about to go sideways.