Easter
Rod Tanzol
Sarah awoke abruptly to Casey’s ceremonial monologue, “Give me Jesus, or give me death! I worship thee who died on the cross so that rabbits named Pisces and Peter Cottontail may lay eggs, murder lambs, and give us jellybeans. May the god of Sun make this day bright so I can gorge on his son’s chocolaty ears!” Her prayer then ended with spastic chanting and what sounded like tongues. Sarah wondered if her sister’s head were spinning at that moment.
Sarah showered, got dressed, spent an hour on her hair, and went to church with her family. She was Catholic. Therefore, she listened to some old croak complain about the parish’s money problems and how people only go to Church twice a year. Hey, that’s twice as often as once! The pastor should have been grateful for that little tidbit!
After mass, the Cruzes went home, and they ate breakfast. Friends came over for lunch. All of Mr. and Mrs. Cruz’s families came over for dinner. Sarah hated large family gatherings; her young cousins would congregate in her room and sabotage her computer. Casey’s possessions always remained unscathed somehow. The holiday eventually ended.
In a sugary slumber, Sarah dreamed once more of a fantastic land of maple leaves:
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“Oh crap!” Sarah thought to herself. She looked around. She didn’t know where she was, and no one was around to help her. Suddenly, a writer’s convenience jumped out of nowhere. It told Sarah what to do and how to do it. The story then ended because Rod thinks the world is over…
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