The Good Thief

The Good Thief

I will die today, I know, but it’s still hard to imagine. Blood trails down my arms. My heart is surging, my lungs thrashing, and I am so afraid. Below me, a guard smirks. Behind him stands my mother, eyes wide, hands over her mouth, slowly shaking her grey head....
Take your son whom you love

Take your son whom you love

I laughed when God promised a baby – laughed right to his face. Sarah laughed too, but privately, snooping on us from inside her tent. Once, we would have wept with joy, but that dream died a long time ago. We are old now. Very old, and the idea of us having a baby...
Joyce and Abraham

Joyce and Abraham

In Africa, there is a river called Bone, known for its quiet beauty and its silent crocodiles. A woman stands trembling near the river, her belly swollen with child and her feet frozen on the trail, unable to go on and unable to go back. She is young, too young to...
Luck?

Luck?

It’s funny how this works. You float through the scene like a ghost. Your legs must be working because the picture keeps changing. Your hands flit in and out of view; reaching, holding, typing. You don’t stop to calculate the angles required of your joints as you...
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...
Be a Host

Be a Host

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