My Sunday Offering (a vignette)

Grandpa told me of a calf, orphaned and lame. He called the calf Ahddub, because he would have received a strapping if he had named the creature Buddha. No wonder I fear speaking of peace; generations before me were beaten into silence. I was born gagged. Like my grandfather, I am the solace no one wants.

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