Bible Stories by Harry Downey
Yesterday after that snake creature spoke to you I saw you
talking to a woman down at the far end of the garden. Was that your
Noah, you have tried to explain to me that a voice has
told you what to do about the animals when the rain stops.
going to let them out to start breeding. But are you sure that youve
picked the right couples for the job?
For instance, those horses with a
single long horn sticking out of their heads ?
Have you ever had any second
thoughts about choosing Tristram and Gerald?
Dalliance on an Egged Bus by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Albuquerque Quisling Jones pulled one more mucousy ball out of
her nose. She thereafter rammed an elbow into the window over her seat and
frowned when it resisted. It was the fourth time she had tried to liberate
Charlie cocked an ear. His little mistress was his best source
for dead hedgehogs, chocolate bar shavings, and other wonderful comestibles.
That she had strapped a harness onto his back was of no importance to him as
long as did not stop him from licking the ketchup from her plates, at home, and
sniffing the base of all neighborhood lampposts, when they walked.
Hadassah huffed aloud. Her niece ought to have been content
shuttling around in dark cars furnished with plush seats, iceboxes, and
chauffeurs. Why invite lice or ripped stockings? Why sit on leftover squirts of
hummus and tehina? Hadassahs best coat had already become stained by one
such souvenir. Worse, for more than twenty minutes, Hadassah had been subjected
to nearly unintelligibly rantings about politics, land rights, and human
dignity, spewed by a veiled woman seated across the aisle from her.
Because her left temple was buckshot with pain, Hadassah thumped
the Plexiglas above Albuquerque, sending that acrylic streetward. Charlie
twitched at the sound of falling plastic. Suddenly, a short length in front of
him, a filled gum wrapper beckoned. It had floated in through the enlarged
aperture and smelled like tutti-frutti.
The bus pulled to a curb. Some people left. Others entered. A
burly sort stepped on one of Charlies paws. Hadassah, noticing, swung to
palm-heeled the offender, but pulled her punch before making contact. That
snapping sound of her wrist echoed over the voices of school children pushing
to reach the vehicles back.
Meanwhile, Albuquerque slipped two fingers into the mans
coat pocket. She lifted tickets to a Beitar Jerusalem/Hapoel Ramat Gan game, an
apple, a few wadded tissues, and a fifty shekel bill.
Albuquerque let the apple roll to Charlie. She kicked the
tissues under another passengers seat. Although she could not read them,
she concealed the other items.
Hadassah tightened her lips in response, unsure of whether or
not her sisters child could detect facial expressions. Allegedly, the
girl had a visual field of less than twenty degrees. Theoretically, her
polydactyl appendages were clumsy.
Minutes later, the girl, the dog, and the woman arrived at the
stop nearest a certain gated community. Armed escorts and a Bentley Continental
GT waited. There would be no more dawdling that afternoon.