First and Second Kings
First and Second Kings
Finally He split the fabric to reveal the stars.
I saw them all—each and every one of Abrahams’s children, impatiently glittering and waiting to fall. To die.
He opened the door to reveal the rain. He pressed pause just when one drop was bouncing off the river. It was breath taking. But when I tried to touch it, He pressed play and I barely missed it.
Suddenly He blew open the window to expose the flowers. They were all yellow and orange and smelt like June. But when He gave me permission to go outside and pick one, they all turned gray and black and lost their scent. I crushed them beneath my feet.
I picked up the sculpture of His Mother and threw it against the wall. I stole her halo and told Him I was ready to live.
Finally He split the fabric to reveal the stars.
I saw them all—each and every one of Abrahams’s children, impatiently glittering and waiting to fall. To die.
He opened the door to reveal the rain. He pressed pause just when one drop was bouncing off the river. It was breath taking. But when I tried to touch it, He pressed play and I barely missed it.
Suddenly He blew open the window to expose the flowers. They were all yellow and orange and smelt like June. But when He gave me permission to go outside and pick one, they all turned gray and black and lost their scent. I crushed them beneath my feet.
I picked up the sculpture of His Mother and threw it against the wall. I stole her halo and told Him I was ready to live.
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