Persephone is headed to Hell but first she decides to
meet Christ in Manhattan.
She takes in the sights of 7th Avenue; shards of rain
slice the sky.
She stops at the Cafe des Poetes for a cappuccino:
“Ex-presso! she orders.
“How fast?” asks the waiter.
“Oh, the puns,” Persephone sighs. “Please stop!”
“Make him.” the waiter points through the screen at the writer .
Persephone gives the writer an irritated glance, “He never stops!
Ex-presso please.”
“But you came in for a cappuccino.”
“But I ordered an ex-presso.”
“Not stating your intention! This is no way to meet Christ!”
(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved
“Persephone is headed to Hell but first she decides to
meet Christ in Manhattan.” love these statements.
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Thank you. I rather like the story. I’m working on the next section now.
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Most definitely, these stories are intriging and thoughtful for ourselves.
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I’m glad to hear that. This is the first time any of this has made any sense to me. 🙂
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Most happy for you
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Very clever, very true.
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Thanks! I sometimes worry that it’s too weird.
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