Monday surveyed the room with suspicion as he sipped his morning coffee.
“Hey. Who’s that guy?”
“What guy?” Wednesday asked.
“Over there, the one everybody’s talking to.” Monday pointed across the room to a man in jeans and a t-shirt leaning against the water cooler.
“Oh, the new guy.”
“New guy? Why haven’t I seen him before?”
“I don’t know,” Wednesday said. “He’s not here much. Comes in late, leaves early. You know how it is.”
“No,” said Monday. “I don’t, actually. What’s his name?”
“Friday? What kind of name is that?”
“I don’t know,” said Wednesday. …
Read the short story, “Intelligent Life,” published by Reedsy under their Medium account.
Mary’s brother was dead, and there was nothing she could do to change it. A few days earlier, she and her sister, Martha, had sent for their friend. He was a known healer, but he had yet to arrive. Now, the time for healing had come and gone. All that was left was to sit and to grieve. That’s what Mary was doing when her sister found her.
“He’s here,” Martha said. “And he’s asking for you.”
If He came to heal, He was four days late. Mary went out to meet him, to ask him why he took so long. She would tell Him if He had been here, none of this would have happened. …