Fiction | October 08, 2013

Simon started to tell Anny about the suitcase, but then they were stopped in the street by the Holy Mother carried on the shoulders of twenty men. Every old church in Seville had an icon, and Simon knew that the icons were carried around the city during the springtime Feria, but it was a surprise to meet one on a mid-December evening. Men in red velvet robes embroidered with gold led the procession carrying tall elaborate silver staves topped with crosses and candles. Members of the church came behind in a silent crowd. Then more men in robes. More candles. Censers thickly smoking. Boys in brown tunics like friars. More candles. Then a platform upheld by ten men on each side, with a life-size Virgin kneeling atop in ornate regalia.

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