"Miracles" drabbles by Elizabeth O. Smith

Imago Dei

Miracles #2

Anthony laid his brother's body to rest. Not eternal but ephemeral in nature until he got back.

Exiting the tiny cupboard in the back of a filthy kitchen, Anthony proceeded to grab a butcher knife dangling on the counter top below. With footsteps as light as a gust of wind, he entered the hell hole contained upstairs.

Anthony made Daddy all bloody like the Virgin Mary during Jesus' birth. The young boys image of God was all twisted and mangled due to a life full of hardship and little reward.

[Last Drabble till my flash fiction novel is out y'all!]

Ex Nihlio

Miracles #1

He had to come up with something. Anthony cradled his brother to his shoulder. His tiny hands traced the toddler's sweaty forehead.

Somehow, someway, Anthony had to make a miracle happen.

Upstairs he could hear the sounds of laughter and violent, needy, sobbing. His Father and his friends were going to town on some young ladies.

Anthony couldn't quite understand what was happening, all he knew was his brother, his hunger, the darkness of the cupboard.

"Wake up."

"I'm tired..."

"You're getting hotter."

"Fever?"

"Yeah, the fever?"

"It won't hurt if I sleep?"

"Then sleep, I'll take care of them."