Sharing post from my friend in LA in response to the weekly prompt.
got there, baby? Is so tiny.” She rasped and coughed through dried saliva
crusted lips puckering in and out from an oval mahogany hole.
a little Jesus, but his left arm broke off, see? He kinda looks like a gun.” I
responded looking at the damaged Son,
offering her a peek.
how that happen, baby?” She said licking her wide mouth and wiping the sour
spit from the black corners.
not sure, maam. But I’ve had this Jesus for many years and He kinda never gets
lost.” I answered gripping the tiny maimed Savior from His remaining arm while
aiming it listlessly at a pigeon flopping in the rancid gutter water beneath
turned to look at my companion as she swooshed some bottles around a grimy old
Vons plastic bag. The rude lilac and blue back drop lighting from the 99₵ Store
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