Of The Body part 2
“When I wrote this it just flowed. I knew where I wanted the story to go and what needed to be said but the words just flowed.”
Of The Body part 2
This was bullshit. She stepped over the fallen tree, her foot sank in the mud, water welling up around her calf. Roots bruising her feet as she continued to struggle through the swamp. That sanctimonious asshole, first this human form and now this. Reaching down lifting the soiled and soaked gown trying to ease her efforts to go on. This would not stop her. The old bastard really didn’t want to know.
It could be heard clearly now, soon she would be able to see the frog that was croaking so damn loud.
See the frog. That fuck, this will not change my mind. Loosing herself from the gown she would continue naked, mud already covering her extremities. The frog made no attempt to escape, she slowly closed in. Of course you won’t run, sooner or later we will talk, besides you want to play out this stupidity.
She stood looking down at the loudly croaking frog sitting half submerged in the muck. “Bullfrog huh, and a big fat one at that.” Kneeling, nearly losing her balance, “You sick bastard,” sliding a hand under the frog. “I hate you but you know that. That’s why you play these fucked up games with me, but my decision stands.” Legs and mud hung from her hands until the mud fell away. “I hope this makes you happy you sadistic bitch,” kissing the frog quickly on the head. Nothing. “Somehow, someway, you’ll pay,” she raised the frog again kissing it quickly on the lips. Nothing. “This will not change my decision,” holding the frog at eye level, slowly kissing it on the lips.
So quick was the frog’s movement, her mouth pried open, the frog’s tongue far down her throat, it startled her. The gag reflex would not be denied, choking on her tongue as her stomach heaved involuntarily. “Fuck you!” forced out between gulping breaths.
The prince transformed, stood still and erect, his royal purple robes dry and clean. “Thank you my fair maiden for freeing me from my curse,” God rolled over onto his side laughing hysterically. “Where do they come up with these things?” laughing on. “Come on Luc old friend, surely you found this one fun. You even got startled,” now on his knees, the grass thick and cooling, he faced her staring up at her tits.
With a grunt her knee came up, “Shut up.”
He rolled, when the knee was very close like a long-practiced stunt, easily to his feet, naked. “Good idea, I know why clothes, but not all the time,” he stretched, warming in the sun.
“Screw you, and this shit.”
“This shit,” God took two quick steps into a cartwheel, finishing upright a few yards in front of Lucifer, “is the cost of my audience, as you well know.” He crossed his legs and lowered himself to a seat, “You don’t want out, there is too much fun to be had.”
“How can you speak to me about fun,” she casually walked up to God and seated herself, facing him matching his lotus position, “I am not allowed any victory, I serve no purpose, and worst of all I am judged by humans. Humans! Do you understand?” Calming herself, maybe the old one would listen, but did he understand? “Humans have taken their own moral course, what was, is, and will be done by my hand is nothing compared to their actions. As you said yourself, ‘Where do they come up with these things?’ In the beginning you lured me, then demanded that I teach, lead, and torment your silly creations, but now all has changed. They create me in an image that is not mine, in Eternity’s name, they even create you.” She looked for a reaction, God was playing with his toes. “Fuck you, I am out of this,” Lucifer rolled on to her back, then knees and stood, looking down on God who was still seemingly fascinated with his toes. “I hate you!” she turned and started off.
“This is about the pool.”
She turned, God stood in front of her, “Not the pool, the boy.”
“Now we get to the heart of it, you want the boy.”
“He killed. Surely I have claim.”
“What was done in innocence is not yours to choose, Luc old friend.” God squatted deeply then leaped into a backflip and landed gracefully on his feet, “These things are great. You know I had my doubts.”
“You kill 71, save one, and those stupid humans proclaim it a miracle,” added Lucifer, cutting God off, “and to top it off he’s a killer, what a joke.”
“Jealousy,” God laughed, “I thought we were dealing with something big, you’re just pissed about not being me.”
“Bullshit,” interjected Lucifer, “if I did nothing, they would blame me for their worst actions, and thank you for their best.”
“It’s our roles, surely by now you know that, and what is one without the other?” God spun on the balls of his feet then came to a sudden stop, holding his erect penis directed towards Lucifer, “How about one of those fucks you were tossing my way?”
“Get bent,” she sat in frustration. “You never listen because you don’t have to. You’re content letting them create and recreate you because your role is secure and comfortable. Being God is easy, but I not only hate you, I hate myself for being used so easily, for being blamed so easily, and being judged by you, through them. What is one without the other? I don’t know, I don’t care. I am done.”
“If I gave up the boy would that change anything? I think not.” Walking away he looked back at her sitting visibly upset, “Besides, he’s innocent.”
“Not one of them is innocent,” Lucifer shouted at God as he left, “no one is innocent!”
©Ted Washington 2009