κλέφτης (Thief)
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It was a warm day out and I was making my way to Abdon’s house. I spotted him sitting in a field. I make my way over to him. He doesn’t hear me. His shoulders are hunched over. I come up behind him and glance over his shoulder. His lap is full of flies. These aren’t normal flies but flies without their wings.
I ask him what he plans on doing with them and he has a gleam in his eyes and tells me to follow him. He leads me to a small outcropping of rocks and shrubs and there he shows me a rather large spider web. I notice a big hairy spider sitting on a corner of its web. It is the size of my thumb. Abdon begins to feed the spider with his collection of wingless flies.
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About the Book
“. . . and he was numbered with the transgressors” (Isaiah 53:12).
Meet John, the son of a local shepherd, who befriends Abdon, the only son of the wealthy owner of the local open-air market. Join in on the imaginary tale of how two boys became criminals and were hung next to Christ.
I was born in the first century, and by the time I am thirty, I will be dead—courtesy of a Roman crucifixion. We are being led to the chief Roman magistrate for a quick trial. “Guilty” and “death” are the only words I hear. I see three posts standing and waiting for us. We are being led to our individual posts. I am scared and fear grips me.
About the Author
I quit my job and moved to Texas. After moving from the Washington DC area to be closer to my parents. I had just arrived in Texas and a short three months later I was found to have a brain tumor. My brain has been operated on four times. After the surgeries and a lot of rehabilitation I was instructed to keep my mind occupied.
After the surgeries, I was left 100% disabled and not able to work. A walker aids simple walking. The surgeries left me without balance. I have double vision so I don’t drive. I also use an eye-patch in order to see one image otherwise I see two of everything. Small kids are heard to say to their parents “look a girl pirate!” I have what “they” call emotional liability. These are uncontrolled emotional manifestations in the form of crying that I cannot control. We could be talking about grass growing and the next thing I am crying with tears streaming from my eyes. I can now feel when one is on its way and at least warn the person I am talking to. The only positive note about having one is they don’t last long. These things are most inconvenient.
I was placed in a medical induced come for about six weeks in which they inserted a ventilator/breathing tube. My voice was damaged when they removed the breathing tube from my throat, it was determined that my vocal chords had wrapped themselves around the breathing tube and were subsequently damaged when the tube was removed. Although I can speak, my voice sounds like I’m a 10-pack a day smoker. When I get tired, it sounds like I am speaking with a mouthful of marbles.
I hope you enjoy the story but please remember this is a work of fiction.