NYAC | 3min Read
Published on May 7, 2026
SACRE BLEU
SACRE BLEU
CHAPTER 1: DISCOVERY
The doorbell had rung at half past nine in the morning, interrupting
my ponderance over the most recent killings in Brazil. The mailman
seemed to share my astonishment over the receipt of a letter all the
way from Caracas. The contents of the letter might have allegations of
being peculiar to the common man, however, a plea to hear the voices
of the members of an institution that was outside of the limelight at
such a grave time was exciting for a man of my profession. It was an
establishment of a gated community (or a mutant of its sorts) run by
the government. I phoned up my supervisor, Penelope Alcatraz and
informed her of the potential of a masterpiece that might emerge from
my visit there. Being her most French self, she was determined I
undertake this cue and author a piece in the forthcoming newspaper.
So, I boarded the flight, with questions of circumstantial weight about
the discovery of this organisation conveniently called,
‘The Home’
.
To get to Isla La Tortuga, I took a local boat to arrive at my
destination that would alter my faculties greatly.
Knocks on that metal door of the home were answered through a
vision panel by a shrewd woman aged by her time unjustly. I uttered
with blatant confidence,
“I’m here to interview Ms. Mila Monterey, a
woman from this address.
” A fly nearby was startled by the sharp
clang of the panel by the iron hand, with a speed that even light
couldn’t keep up with. Shameless and relentless, I redid my moves as
if part of an otherworldly play. The only difference: “You may only
go about your business if I oversee your every interaction with them
”
,
her rejoinder followed with much more fervour than I anticipated.
CHAPTER 2: INQUIRY
There they sat, clad in an emotion I couldn’t quite place. Melancholy
filled the room as their eyes glinted with hope that only myths
described.
“Who’s he Madre?” The man asked as the woman in the
other corner tread closer to me.
“I’m William Sancter from the Global
Publishers. I’m here to interview you all about the ongoing activities
in this abode.
”
“Finally! Someone! Mila was right!” The women cried hysterically.
Madre, shoved her into the corridor behind us. That’s when the dials
aligned for the man.
“Meet us at midnight in the garden outside.
Chaos might finally meet an end that humanity might have waited for
even if it shall only encompass vain.
”
I had been pacing enough that the earth had mistaken me for a quake.
Could I really create an expository for the world to come to a casting
of hope? As war engulfed every nation and anarchy became society’s
trademark, people who were involved in neither seemed to slowly
disembark on famines and all that was a consequence of destruction.
The clock had struck 12 when the man, Robert Blamouth, disclosed to
me economic viabilities for a dying home. Vanessa Cyril created a
cure for psychological despair. They ended with one statement.
“Mila has the cure for the most important sphere – The Governments.”
CHAPTER 3: REVELATION
As I tread with the caution of a soldier, I found a hatch just outside the
dreaded place. I opened it to find a woman dazed only capable of
noticing me.
“Mila?” She gave a faint reassurance as I untied her.
I finished writing my piece disclosing all the information. Penelope
replied,
“Sacre bleu!”
