BLOODY ORANGE PEELS

WHAT AN ENDING! A HIGH QUALITY STORY MORE OUGHT TO READ!

Gastradamus

Inside his barn was a homeless man with a baggy jacket sleeping in the dirt. He used orange peels for padding like a pillow. There was a couple bags he was holding onto. One with his left hand and one with his right. The farmer had a shotgun aimed at the hobos body when he yelled

“Wake Up”! He shouted

The homeless man woke up with a barrel pressed against his chest. He remained calm and pleaded

“Please”, “don’t shoot”. The hobo replied

What’s in the bags? The farmer asked.

“It’s food”, “I’m starving”, he insisted.

“It doesn’t smell like it. The farmer said

The farmer took in the scent with his nostrails and took his gun off the man and aimed it to the bag on the left

“Open it” he said.

The homeless man opened up the bag and all the farmer could see were oranges.

“I’m sorry”…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Poet, author, servant of God the Heavenly father and the Lord Jesus Christ...working out his salvation with fear and trembling. - Not trusting in his own deeds, but depending totally upon the finished sacrificial work of Jesus Christ to be, by God's reckoning, a new creature, clothed in Christ's righteousness...which mortal humankind can never attain by their own weak efforts, apart from faith in Christ's work on our behalf. - College-educated, yet wise enough to see that what a man does will not be his ultimate identity nor affect how God sees him or her. - Called by God to do a very difficult thing...apart from God's grace, mercy and strength...to love the sinner (which we all--by nature--are) but hate the sin, which is only paid through Christ, God's Son, - My own God-given gift is that of being a Poet..showing that in all parts of life...God has a loving part in it...as hard as that is to always understand or perceive...given life's realities! Come join me on my journey of discovery?.

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