Blissful Ignorance Novels & Stories

I am the next voice. I know this before I open my mouth, the way I know the translation of a word before I write it down. I have been standing at this threshold for two days waiting for the village priest's silence to become an answer, and the answer has not come, and the man I love has just broken his blood oath in front of the capos who were sworn to enforce it, and the woman who walked down the valley road with my translation in her apron hem is still walking, and I am still standing here with my hands at my sides and the truth of what I have become pressing against the inside of my ribs.

Being asked these questions, James squeezed a faint smile and said, “Things that you aren’t supposed to know are better left unquestioned. Ignorance is bliss after all.” “Yes, of course.” Jules nodded consecutively and chose to remain silent.