"Where is it?" I asked, looking at Joe's shaved head, at his still bright eyes.
"Here," he said, and pointed in his odd way, touching his middle finger to his chest, right next to his heart. "I haveta go now, they need me inside."
Joe walked to the wide double doors of the hospital as they opened like the jaws of a giant to greet him. The drops of rain slammed against the top of the awning with a new intensity, as if they sensed that our leader wasn't with us anymore. As the doors started to close, Joe turned and looked at us. We stood, entranced by his face, his shaved head reflecting the artificial hospital light. Right before the jaws finally shut, Joe grinned. And winked.
So we sit here, night after night, the original seven of us. Once, once we had a god to follow, a god to lead us to adventure. Now we can only sit, sit and hope for his return. |
Submission Name: Loss of a God
