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By Richard Lutman

Photographing Jesus

Arnold sees Jesus checking out the marked down wine in aisle three.  It's a surprise, especially as she's a woman.

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Humour, Surreal

Story Details

  • Title : Photographing Jesus
  • Author : Richard Lutman
  • Word-Count : 2095
  • Genre : Humour, Surreal

About The Author

Author

Richard Lutman has a MFA in Writing from Vermont College. He has taught composition and literature courses at Rhode Island Community College, Fairfield University, The Learning Connection in Providence, Rhode Island, and short story classes as part of Coastal Carolina University's Lifelong Learning program. His fiction has appeared in publications including Epiphany Magazine, The Bethlehem Writers Roundtable and Prick of the Spindle. His novellas: “Iron Butterfly,” “I Like A Little Bit Of The Handsome Americans Myself,” and the nonfiction dogoir “The Holy Terriers” are available on Amazon. He has also won awards for his short stories, nonfiction, and screenplays. He was a 2008 Push Cart Nominee. His novella Iron Butterfly was shortlisted in the 2012 Santa Fe Writers Project. His first full length novel is due out in 2016. His web page is: www.wordrealm.net Photo: Linda Cookingham

Arnold was sure he’d seen Jesus in a slightly torn silver raincoat checking out the marked down wine in aisle three. Really sure. Only this Jesus looked like a woman. He found her long black curly hair and green eyes quite attractive. A large yellow ID badge hung from her neck.

No one else in Krobe’s Discount Liquors, Bait and Sushi Bar had seemed to notice. Curly, who had a sixth sense about such things, just kept waiting on customers, and Fred carried on pushing his broom down the aisle where Arnold had just seen the rain-coated figure.




“Do you know who was just here?” said Arnold.

“Enlighten me, monsur,” said Fred, who Arnold thought had seen one too many French films in his amorous pursuit of women.

“Jesus. Only it wasn’t a man,” said Arnold.

“Hey, Curly, hear that?” said Fred. “Arnold thinks he saw Jesus standing right here.”

“That’s a good one, Arnold,” said Curly. “A real good one.”

“She was the person in the silver raincoat,” said Arnold.

“Starting out kind of early with the medicine today, aren’t you?” said Fred.

“But she was right here looking at the wine that’s on sale.”

The three customers at the register stared at Arnold where he stood two aisles away. The store lights felt hot and stuffy.

“I really did,” said Arnold.

The register’s drawer shot open and Curly gave change to a man in a striped tie and yellow tee shirt.

“Jesus was right here, I tell you,” said Arnold. “I know what I saw.”

“What did he look like?” said Curly.

“It wasn’t a he. It was a she, only she didn’t have a halo or a beard.”

“He funny,” said the Mexican who came in regularly to buy tequila. “I see Jesus all time when I drunk. He no look like that.”

“But I wasn’t drinking,” said Arnold.

“We’ve heard that before,” said Fred. “Remember the time you thought you saw the president dressed only in a top hat and tails singing Chinese karaoke?”

“You don’t understand,” said Arnold. “This is different.”

“Bring us some proof,’ said Curly. “Pictures maybe.”

“You can’t photograph Jesus,” said Arnold.

“How do you know?” said Curly.

“You just can’t,” said Arnold. “It wouldn’t make any sense. Imagine what would happen if you suddenly started photographing Jesus.”

“You get the pictures and I’ll make some phone calls,” said Curly. “We won’t have to worry about anything ever again.”

Arnold pushed open the door to the sidewalk. He began to sweat. It was nearing four o’clock and the rays of the sun were still oppressive. People, he said to himself. People, what a place the world was. He’d seen Jesus; there was no doubt about that. But what did it mean? Why had he been selected above all others to see her? He didn’t go to church much anymore and certainly he wasn’t a complete believer in the Bible, although he did know the Lord’s Prayer in Pig Latin. And he did save a puppy once. He wondered whether this was going to be one of those life changing moments he’d read about. He suddenly felt very important and ready for anything.

From the corner of his eye he caught a flash of silver. He quickened his steps, turning right at the corner of 12888 ½ and 1590th Street. Two blocks ahead he saw the raincoat, and then lost it among the men who were unloading damaged refrigerators in front of the U Buy It U Bought It store.

Just as he was about to give up he saw the figure dart into Tiny’s Squat and Trot On in the middle of the block by the used mattress store. Now he’d get this matter settled once and for all. He would be sure to ask her about photographs. Even though this Jesus was a woman he bet she was someone who liked a burger with the works, the burger Tiny’s was famous for. Why else would she go there? He himself thought their taste was heavenly. He went in cautiously. Jesus sat at a table in the back near the plastic ferns.

“Ah, Arnold, my love. You’ve arrived,” said Jesus in a husky voice. Up close she was a real looker and smelled like a freshly washed peach. “I was hoping you’d come. There’s much we need to talk about. Sit down and enjoy yourself.”

She gave him a wink and he slid into the booth. A large container of chicken nuggets was on the table in front of her.

“Why didn’t you order a burger? It’s Tiny’s specialty.”

“I’m not in a burger mood today. Maybe tomorrow. Don’t you get that way sometimes? I felt like doing something different with my life for once. Haven’t you ever felt the same? I’ve always wanted to come to this place. There aren’t many like it where I’m from.”

It made him feel good sitting across from her.

“Do you want anything?” she said. “I can put it on my expense account.”

“Can I ask you something?” said Arnold.

“That’s what I’m here for. I hope it’s nothing too serious? I can’t always handle stuff like that.”

“I don’t think so.” He paused. “Would it be possible to take your picture?”

She frowned, and then frowned again. Arnold squirmed.

“There’s a policy against such things, but I think we can work something out. Don’t you? I was thinking a seventy thirty split of the profits.”

“I suppose you wouldn’t want to make that fifty fifty?” said Arnold.

“You’re a tough one, aren’t you? I like that. I have a bikini I can try on back at the motel. Would that help?”

Arnold nodded.

She picked at the nuggets with her fork. “I could have been anything I wanted,” she said. “But I decided to become Jesus. Besides, I can’t go back now. And the perks are pretty good.

You could have been something, too Arnold. Brewing turnip wine and selling left handed rubber gloves? It’s still not too late. I have great faith in you.”

She dipped a nugget into the sauce, and then put it into her mouth. She chewed slowly. Arnold thought the way she moved her jaws was very appealing and just a little bit sexy.

“I’m going to need your help, my dear.” She looked at him and for a moment and he lost himself in her deep incandescent green eyes. “An historic event. You’ll be written up in all the papers and even be on TV. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Come one. It’ll be fun. There’s no one else I can trust. What do you say?”

She winked at him.

He nodded.

“I thought so,” she said. “Everything’s set. All you have to do is to meet me at Wonder Park in half an hour. I’m looking forward to our association, aren’t you? Who knows where such things could lead?”

How had he gotten himself into this situation? Once his life had been as simple as an afternoon in the park watching old men with their pet lizards or drinking turnip wine with Fred as they sat on his porch counting the number of polka dot cars that passed.

Wonder Park, once a famous show place for thrills and childhood dreams, was now best remembered for the man who hid for years in the Tunnel of Love and claimed to have had several visions of the apocalypse appear to him in pink cotton candy. Business had been good after that.

Arnold thrust five dollars through the window of the polka dot ticket booth.

“Child or adult,” said the voice.




“Adult.”

“You sure?”

“Of course I am,” said Arnold.

“Just have to check. One never knows.”

A meticulousy manicured hand shoved a ticket at him.

“We close early tonight. Last ride’s at nine thirty.”

“Welcome to Wonder Park,” a static laden voice blared over the loudspeakers. “One of the world’s great undiscovered wonders filled with excitement, galore, and a thoroughly enjoyable experience for the entire family. And be sure to visit our famous dinner hall. The menu tonight features a special hash made from our own secret recipe. And don’t forget our free dish giveaway in the entertainment area located next to the haunted castle. You won’t be disappointed. You can even invite your mother in law for a meal.”

Ahead of Arnold was the Tropical Lagoon where two flamingos waded in stagnant green water. A couple with a young baby approached Smuggler’s Island, where the figures of pirates raised and lowered their swords. The baby started to cry loudly.

Arnold saw Jesus coming out of the Tunnel of Love. She waved and ambled toward him.

“You found me. How romantic. And right on time, I see. I like that in a man.”

She had changed into a tight fitting white suit and blue wrap around sunglasses.

“How do I look?” she said.

“Just fine.”

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.”

She kissed him on the cheek. Arnold blushed and she led him to a large tent.

“I had to check out that vision thing,” she said. “Just to keep the records straight. Cotton candy was a new one.”

ONLY GOD SPOKEN HERE was written in swirly letters on a sign above the entrance.

“What do you think?” she said. “I designed it myself.”

“Very impressive.”

“You know just what to say, don’t you? After this is over why don’t we go back to my motel and have a drink or two?”

They passed through the aqua-colored entrance. She headed to a stage complete with loudspeakers and floodlights and took her place behind a podium. Over the stage a flashing sign read: COLLECTIONS EVERY FIFTEEN MINUTES.

An old woman, a very fat man with tattoos, and a boy in a baseball hat looked up at the stage as the loudspeaker snapped on.

“THE BIBLE HAS THE ANSWERS,” said Jesus in a deep voice. “IT WILL AMAZE YOU.” Then in a lower voice, “If you want a red car ask for a red car and don’t complain when you get a blue one if you failed to be specific. Remember to write down the exact wording of your requests to God. It not only helps us to be specific, but it helps us to remember what you asked for. Hallelujah! He’s coming through the roof!

“And now remember my friends, that only holy body water can cure all illnesses. It has been scripturally documented and scientifically validated. For a free booklet just send nine-fifty to cover postage and handling to your local Reverend, Box HEAVEN. Please allow four to six weeks for delivery.

“Remember—if God wants to ring your doorbell, he’ll know where the button is and if you go down the wrong road, God will let you make a U turn. Let us pray.”

The loudspeakers hummed. Near the entrance a man in a motorized wheelchair with a butterfly net in his hand came into view. He drove his wheelchair in circles waving the net at a white butterfly that flew about his head. Each time he passed the gate, a card shot out. With a quick movement of his net he caught one of the cards before it hit the ground.

Then a solemn voice from the PA system announced: “Visitors will be interested in the world renowned Thrustmohr decorations adorning our modern and convenient tabernacle. A special anointing series for the sick plus musical fest will be held in ten minutes in the recreation room adjacent to our fully staffed cafeteria. All are welcome.”

Organ music filled the air.

“Attention. Attention. We have a very special and reverential announcement. Don’t miss the chance to meet your friend and mine, Jesus, at Bob’s Holy Tabernacle tent. It’s your one and only chance to be spiritually cleansed and fortified. Please have your cameras and a twenty dollar bill ready. And remember that tonight’s special is our own homemade hash. And don’t forget our free dish giveaway in the entertainment area located next to the haunted castle.”

“What do you think, Arnold?” said Jesus. “Did things go well? I can never tell. Once I performed a miracle and another time I had to kiss a hamster. But we can talk all about that back at the motel after I put on my bikini. I hope you have a lot of film. I feel very photogenic today.”

 

 

END

 

Richard Lutman asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

 

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