The stone rolled back and the screaming began.
Mary was confused. Was it the legs, the head or the hands? What killed this thing? He had eaten three from twelve and seemed hungry for more.
Remembering her teachings Mary intoned the secret mathematics that could only be spoken, never written, and shifted back in time.
“Here!” She cried.
Iscariot reeled, surprised, thinking himself alone. Mary had appeared from nowhere. She forced fifty pieces of silver into his hands. This smelt fishy.
“Make sure they nail his feet and hands, I'm pretty sure that's how you kill them. If you have a spare one do the brain, but mainly concentrate on the hands and feet. Generally I'm pretty cross with him.”
Iscariot was easily inspired and had recently invested in a carpenters shop.
This was excellent mate, really enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDeleteExcellent, BRAVO.