The Water of Life
After the big people turned yellow and stiff, Ralph made me the cloud singer. Little Joey is the best tree scurrier; Ralph’s gift is trapping and slitting.
Joey said the gibbering visitor might be Jesus, but everyone knows Jesus lives in the clouds. So Ralph jumped him and strung him up, still twitching. The forest will be happy now – tuneful and green and full of berries and eggs; maybe a squealing piglet.
I sang with all my heart and Jesus sent us a heavenly hallelujah soaking of rain to fill the tank and show Ralph did right.
M J Lewis ©2015
Time again for Friday Fiction, with a photo prompt from Madison Woods. For more stories click on this link. Thanks to our gracious host Rochelle and to all Fictioneers who come visiting. (A bit of a dark place this week, even in the sunshine!)