Envy’s Requiem
Zion worries, one Friday night when in Café Isabel, where he frequently sips coffee, sees his girlfriend Bea with another guy. It occurs to him like a lightning strike in his thought, remembers the thousand excuses Bea makes. Bea, as Zion recalls, often declines his offer to go out on Friday nights. It is an unmistakable realization by now that Zion loses his mind amidst confusion and begins to wonder again. Zion now with conviction stands up, some Reggae Bob Marley singing overture on the walls where the speakers hang… “Stand up… stand up… stand up for your right!” Zion clenched his fists, the words of the song wrapping around his chest like a vice. He had heard it before, many times, but tonight it felt different. Tonight, it felt like an omen. The song, “Stand Up,” was always a part of his childhood, but it was James who had sung it the loudest. Their parents had adored it. James was the golden child—the prodigy. The moment his lips parted, their world lit up in praise. Zion, on the...