God is a Liar
by Hugh Dufour
As Miriam scratches the childhood scar on her cheek, the Reverend says, “God is a liar, a fabricator of essential fallacies.” Then I swallow the 13-Z pill.
I can get away with anything.
Miriam’s wearing a long white cotton dress, which hugs her limber, undernourished, erect body. Her face is like an unripe peach, with sandy hair, thick and long. I love her unflinching slit eyes, and they shine, and they’re much too green to feel real. Her thin lips, well, they’re almost sickly, and it makes me feel happy, suddenly.