The Last Hour of Gann

by R. Lee Smith

The heart that beat beneath his hand beat no stronger. “I won’t leave you,” he said softly. “Please don’t leave me.” Nothing. She did nothing. Meoraq curled around her as close as his separate clay could press and closed his eyes. “O my Father, I cry out to You. You gave her to me and if I have not been as grateful as a son should be, I am sorry. But You gave her to me. Now…please…give her back.”

Her face twisted, dismayed, even as she tried to laugh. “It’s one slice of shit-cake after another with me, isn’t it? Why did you marry me?” “God gave you to me.” “Did you keep the receipt?”

Funny, how faith could look like crazy when she saw it on someone else.