Moments before the water tank collapsed, Mariam, the old lady from our colony, had her last water droplet before her death. Jesus got up from her lap and asked Michelangelo for permission to go outside for coffee. Recently, he became fond of the Italian coffee they sell outside the cathedral.
“How much for a coffee?” with his Asian accent, he asked the counter girl whose upper shirt buttons were open. Between her cleavages, there was a cross with his European portrait struck on a gold chain. “What coffee do you want…?” she laid out a long list of coffee varieties.
“Black coffee”, he replied without looking at her face, which he found attractive. As she took the order, she left one more button untied on her shirt.
Jesus stood there with his head hung.
He suddenly felt tired as he settled down on a nearby table with four chairs among hundreds of crucified Jesus sculptures. It is almost six months since he has been modelling for Pieta. Now, as the water tank collapsed, he would not even be able to shower for the next few days.
He took his first sip of coffee
Then the sky turned purple
He took his second sip of coffee
Then the earth turned blue
He took his third sip of coffee
Then the minds turned pink
He took his fourth sip of coffee
Then Marry the Magdalene sat next to him
He took his fifth sip of coffee
Church took their swards
He took his sixth sip of coffee
The world became dark
Among the dark, a slender hand felt his face.
He wanted to sleep.
He was tired
He slowly entered into the tight hug with those slender hands
“Coffee.” with a firm voice, the waitress, with unbuttoned top buttons of her shirt, left the coffee on his table.
On television, Trump was elected as a Christian white president.
Moments before the water tank collapsed, Mariam, the old lady from our colony, had her last water droplet before her death.
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