Lazarus

Lazarus

We lean over his bed, trembling. The tired face is a mockery of itself, a deflated balloon, sunken and empty, eyes staring into nothing, mouth slack and open. His chest falls, shuddering, and does not rise again. Mary wails her sorrow, and I wish I could join her, but...
Healed

Healed

The old woman’s eyes narrow into an angry squint, and her lips curl in disgust. “Filthy!” she spurts, pointing at me and then twisting away. Confused, I look down, see a damp streak on my skirt, and my fingers come away red and sticky. That was 12 years ago, but the...
Breath of Life

Breath of Life

He bends low over the body and stares into a lifeless face. He did this once before, many years ago. That face had been beautiful, the body strong and perfect. This body is different. Mutilated. The face is swollen and exhausted. It is the body of his son. The Father...
Pierced

Pierced

Claudius held down the man’s arm, although he did not struggle. I held the point to his wrist and raised the mallet, flung it down. The spike made a thud, driving through skin and muscle, a small clink as it reached the wooden beam. The Jew gasped, exhaled a long hiss...
Be a Host

Be a Host

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