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Fiction, Short Fiction

Muddy Footsteps

by: Jerry Vilhotti

When Tom was wandering around looking for Christ in "You Go to Jail and I Don't" Northshredder New York, where he and his third wife, a If you're Irish Don't Apply for Work Boston "a now blue blood person", had spent a year at The Society of Followers to get rid of the dirt they felt within themselves which was making the dark shadow on their souls grow, he reasoned that indeed Christ had feigned a limp, something like the one he had due to the polio that had ravaged his baby body; and would revisit him later in life to take him across the Jordan River, to leave its affect on a twisted shrunken leg with a million pimples to colonize the upper area which would be a mark he would carry with him for the rest of his life and actually capture great heaps of pity from those who could not tolerate deformity, escaped to Rome where He settled down with a woman who resembled Sophia Loren, Gina Lollobrigida, Anne Bancroft and Verna Lissi all at the same time and had sixteen children with the four of them taking off in the space ship from his father's world two Milky Ways away in distance that had taught the inhabitants with their tools and knowledge to create the first seven wonders of the world while the church fathers were killing His brothers and sisters and all of His other Relatives to begin their new better religion on the shoulders of other religions like Gilgamesh beating Inkadoo with a juicy vagina instead of with a sword that would break on the animalistic strong body and others that preceded that would garner billions and billions of dollars from those who felt guilt at having thrown stones at innocence coming into their houses of worship entering smoke and mirrors by having to put a coin into the "magic machine" that with the weight of the coin would push the lever to release undrinkable water for them to wash the filthy dirt from their hands that had been in places that could cause diseases yet to be invented to perpetuate the fear of dying and as Tom was being taken to a place of "rest" by four large special forces attendants - he emitted an agonizing scream that could almost be heard in the land He had walked: speaking of love along with all the other prophets of different gods, drowning in tears at all the self-hate existing there so making easier to project one's self loathing unto others, killing attempts to lead human kind into a semblance of real love: the mother of compassion.


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