Late afternoon sunshine streams through the window. Bright light on a patch of multicolor carpeting casts miniature shadows between the strands of yarn like shadows in a forest. On my knees, I peer under the coffee table looking for whatever is driving my dog crazy. A squeaky toy, no doubt.
Then I see him—Jesus. Dark hair and beard, benevolent eyes, an understanding mouth. A trick—light hitting shades of brown and tan. I look away, then back.
“Jesus Christ!”
He’s still there. Should I take a picture? Call the press? The light fades. Jesus dissolves. Buster stops barking.
Hello Christie,
Excellent story, and the climax, although not a shocker because of the revealing title, was great.
I love everything about this, especially the dual purpose exclamation, “Jesus Christ!”
Jesus! Love it… next will be a tortilla. Congrats friend on your story here.
Yes, I’ve heard that people have seen Jesus in a tortilla. I’ll be on the lookout.
Congrats on this Christie! Your short stories are excellent, your novels are great. Thanks for sharing your talents with us!
Cleaver! Love your short stories (as well as your books).