2008 Years Later

by Ari Collins


“You see it?” my partner asked.

“Yeah,” I said, shaking sand from my binoculars. “Some priests around a scarecrow on a post. Wait, they’re removing something from the thing’s chest. A spear? The scarecrow has a strange hat, like a spiky crown… Oh Jesus Christ.”

“Exactly.”

That’s when His arm turned to pointed to us.