They Came to Him for…

They Came to Him for…

I knew by the look on his face – the long blink, the slight shake of his head – the same look as yesterday. He was angry, though he did not say it. I was only trying to help. They buzzed around Jesus like flies in the market, understanding nothing of his work. He...
Staring Without Seeing

Staring Without Seeing

It was a simple question, but how they howled! As if all their power, everything they knew about the world might collapse because I was standing there looking at them… It was springtime, and the sun was hot; I had picked my way carefully under the Acacia tree, probing...
At the Well

At the Well

She was a scrapper who took no guff from Jews, so when the stranger asked for a drink, she was more than ready. “You talkin’ to me, bub? You really gonna stain your dainty Jewish lips on my Samaritan cup?” He put his hand to his face to cover a snicker. She had always...
The Runaway

The Runaway

The girl’s skin was fragrant silk. Her eyes were dark, and they sparkled like stars and their light was all for him. It was just as he had imagined when he was back on the farm, a young hick staring into the night sky. He caressed the coins in his pocket – they were...
The Woman

The Woman

I never said a word. There was a fire in me, burning since that afternoon. My soul, which had lain dead for so long, swelled as he spoke and flashed into flame when he looked at me – that look he had, seeing all you had done, all the ways you had killed and buried...
The Dying King

The Dying King

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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