More than anything she wanted peace. Cathy and her 8 year old daughter, Cory, were riding in a pickup, somewhere in Kentucky, with a lunatic. His name was Lance, and not only did he have a truck load of guns, he was convinced the drones were killing Americans, and that a foreign government was behind it all.
Cathy hated him, Cory was terrified, but the only reason they stayed with him, was that there was no one else. They were terrified of the drones, and thought Lance was protecting them. The worst of it though, was when Lance said he had special “visions”, of space ships. The “visions” were usually preceded by fits of ranting and raving, involving delusions of him being a king, and stronger than anyone else.
They eventually made it to a hideout that he had known, up in the mountains. He was fond of yelling at Cathy and slapping her around, while Cory cowered in a corner. “Go get some food, that’s your job now!” “But leave the girl here!” he yelled one morning. “Not on your life!”, she yelled back. She would die first, and on the look on her face told him that, so he let it be.
This went on for days, each day the same. She was to go out and run errands, while he stayed at home and drank, and played video games. She tried telling him most of the food was no good now, that they could only eat food from out of a can, and what would they do when that was gone? He wouldn’t listen. She realized more every day, that she and Cory would not be staying here long. She didn’t care much about herself, but she would protect her daughter no matter what. Staying here was too risky, and she needed to make another plan. But what?
At the farm in Pennsylvania, the atmosphere was much different. It was Friday again, and both Jeremiah and Miriam were preparing a Sabbath meal. Miriam was finding great joy in making some injera bread (a bread from Ethiopia and East Africa). Jeremiah had taken out some frozen chicken, and was grilling it with olive oil, and onions. He was also making his famous salad with spinach, walnuts, and pieces of tangerines. Fresh peaches would be the dessert, with some whipped cream on top.
Jennifer walked slowly around the living room, grateful for the smells coming from the kitchen, but worried. She was holding her tummy, and rubbing it gently. She whispered to the baby, how much she loved him or her. It was her first child, and she had no idea what to expect, other than a lot of pain. She also thought of her boyfriend Jacob, and how happy he would have been to see her now.
Miriam placed the candles in the holders, and the scarf on her head. Lighting the candles, she began reciting the prayers in Amharic, while Jennifer sat wide-eyed, stunned at the beauty of the moment. She had never seen anything like it. Jeremiah smiled knowingly. He loved the voice of his beautiful queen. Now came the Hebrew, and he joined in “Baruch atah Adonai, Eluhenu melech ha olam…….” (In English the words mean: Blessed are You, Lord our God, the King of the universe).
Jeremiah had a strange feeling after this prayer. It was like…well there was a tingling on the back of his neck. He said he felt like they should pray, for the people that had been in Illinois, the man, woman, and the 8 year old girl….……that they would be safe……..…and have peace……….So they did pray.
To be continued.
Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”