The Lord’s Bathwater – flash fiction
June 9, 2012“I once thought I wasn’t blessed because I found Holy Water tasted stale. I’m not going to talk about how I got Holy Water in my mouth. No, I wasn’t drinking it and nobody was trying to make me swallow the de-oxygenated stuff. Let’s say Holy Water tastes stale. Maybe I have good memory. What do you think of that? That I know this fact does not incriminate me in anything criminal in this life, thereafter or any other.
“It dawns on me one day, look where they the keep stuff – they being an operative word meaning priests in general. It’s in a covered font. The water in there goes stale – an ideal nursery for mosquitoes. It is a stagnant pit – full of flakes of dead skin from countless witless and unprotected babies. The wormy little larva can munch on that detritus.
“And I think, it’s not me. I’m not going to Hell. Who changes the Lord’s bathwater in a place like this?”
