Footprints Going Home"Jesus, where were you when I needed you? What the Hell?! Everything about one set of footprints in the sand was bull. Horseshit we tell ourselves to rationalize our suffering. I was the only one there for me at every trial you shoveled into my path. Now she’s dead, and I’m going to jail. Broken, bleeding, everything gone sour…is this what you wanted for me?Footprints Going Home1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Where are you?
Where been you been hiding from me?"
All of the nameless wraiths and seraphim which call the astral dust their own waited patiently for the Son of Man to pen his response to the letter. After seeming to think for a moment, a deliberate gesture, Christ penned his response.
Where am I? I am right where you abandoned me. Waiting for you to find me. Please start looking soon; time sometimes seems to follow its own pace. Where I am, for instance, I will always be dying on the cross, always emerging from the tomb.