A Christ for hire

The wind blows…

gently

passing over her beautiful face

It is a warm sunny day

And she sits under a tree
eyes closed
she feels warm inside

until tom browne
the successful jazz trumpet player from the 70s appears frombehind a wall
And begins wielding a knife
and interupting the calm
shouting
bawling
“Christ is for hire”
and hurting one male bystander
Until the police take him away

it is once again calm
The sun is shining
she adjusts her position
and switches the walkman on