I’ve borrowed this photo from Jeremy’s Thursday Challenge. It wasn’t the intended prompt, I think, but it inspired me, soo… I give you this flash-fic. I warn you it does deal with terrorism but from an alternative point of view because I, quite frankly, am tired of the muslim = terrorist/extremist notion. This is not directed at Christianity either, so please hold the flames. 🙂 And, as a final note, if you have lost loved ones as the result of extremist behaviour or have strong opinions on terrorism/religion, and may be offended please skip over this bit of fiction – no offence is intended.
Prayer for the dying.
On the bench facing the park a man sat in plain clothes with an open book in his lap. To passers-by he was reading. If they had ventured a closer inspection they would have noted he clutched a crucifix.
“May Christ, Who was crucified for your sake, free you from excruciating pain.”
“May Christ, Who died for you, free you from the death that never ends.”
“May Christ, the Son of the living God, set you in the ever green loveliness of His Paradise, and may He, the true Shepherd, recognize you as one of His own.”
“May you see your Redeemer face to face and, standing in His presence forever, may you see with joyful eyes Truth revealed in all its fullness.”
15:46 The explosion tore buildings indiscriminately.
He rose and was lost in the confusion around him.
Abraham flicked on the evening news. “…tragic bombing of a London mosque has now claimed 56 lives with injury counts in 100s. Father Timothy Brown has been arrested for withholding vital information about the bomb. Police currently have no evidence linking him to the crime itself…” Abraham flicked the TV off. He might have known the old bastard would turn himself. “He never did have faith…”
By the time police raided Abraham’s home, he was long gone and a dangerous new terror threat was in the making.