Metal Angel
“No churchgoing, no gift-wrapped piety from her father, no martyrdom served up by her mother along with candied yams, no lump-of-coal guilt in her seasonal stocking. She was glad these things were gone, but they left a space that had to be filled. What was she to replace them with?
On Thanksgiving Day, clearing away in the kitchen after the meal, she was thinking somewhat along these lines. While it was true that boxes were easy to dispose of, she did not feel quite soul-satisfied with take-out pizza as a Thanksgiving dinner. She did not want to end up cooking a turkey for Christmas, but she did want—she was not sure what she wanted. She asked Volos, “What are you doing for Christmas?”
He was at the table crayoning coloring books along with Gabe and Mikey. At first he had colored as clumsily as either of them, but he was getting better—not to win gold stars, but because he loved the bright sticks of wax. “Nothing. I am not a Christian,” he told her without looking up from the page he w...as working on.MoreLess
On Thanksgiving Day, clearing away in the kitchen after the meal, she was thinking somewhat along these lines. While it was true that boxes were easy to dispose of, she did not feel quite soul-satisfied with take-out pizza as a Thanksgiving dinner. She did not want to end up cooking a turkey for Christmas, but she did want—she was not sure what she wanted. She asked Volos, “What are you doing for Christmas?”
He was at the table crayoning coloring books along with Gabe and Mikey. At first he had colored as clumsily as either of them, but he was getting better—not to win gold stars, but because he loved the bright sticks of wax. “Nothing. I am not a Christian,” he told her without looking up from the page he w...as working on.MoreLess
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
10 / 10
9 / 10
User Reviews: