Jared D White

I can’t live like this!” She screams. A sentence punctuated with gunshot.
My left chest blossoms red, bone shrapnel scattering.

A large ovoid object emerges first from behind the door of this once quiet house. As the boy’s head is seen in full, his father’s disgust as it emerged from his wife is quite understandable.

“You must remain vigilant and steadfast. This is a temporary assignment. Should I see that you are negligent, I can choose to terminate."

The sun hangs low in the sky behind a corpse of a man astride an old mule. The waning light casting his shadow long in front of him, a dark road from which he cannot veer.

“Seeing is believing, so they say. As for myself, I don’t believe anything I see…”

He observes from above, far removed. His eyes close. Wind gently nudges, urging Him.

I am wholly unable to confirm continuing physical presence of my eyes. I imagine them raisins in cavernous hollows but they are more likely lost somewhere along the dark path far behind.

Near the man a child thumbs a penny into the fountain. Just before the tell-tale splunk resounds, a secret whispered desire reaches keen ears and he smiles sweetly.

“A bless you would have been nice.”