by Niles Reddick
You can whistle “Jesus Loves Me” in the halls if you want, and maybe he does love you, but we sure as hell don’t, and Jesus won’t save you from our wrath if you lay another hand on our Mama in that nursing home. We know she didn’t get those bruises in the shower, and the saintly old soul diverts her eyes when asked about it, even when asked in different ways to trick her into revealing the truth–a truth our intuition points us to, a truth we’ve read about in our research of this nursing home, a truth we’re going to report to the police, and a truth you’ll answer for when they come calling.
It takes a lot to get us riled, but you mess with our Mama, you’ve taken a wrong turn. It will have been an act of miraculous intervention from Jesus to save you if we find any evidence of abuse on the hidden cameras we just installed in Mama’s room, so you better take your crazy somewhere else before you accidentally find you’ve driven that Escalade off that mountain and landed two thousand feet below and discovered Jesus doesn’t love you as much as you think he did.
About the Author
Niles Reddick is author of a novel, two collections, and a novella. His work has been featured in twenty-two anthologies, twenty-one countries, and in over four hundred publications including The Saturday Evening Post, PIF, BlazeVox, New Reader Magazine, Citron Review, and The Boston Literary Magazine. Website: http://nilesreddick.com/