VI.
They exited the building. On the right-hand side was a pile of thousands
of crushed fetuses. Miss Carriage was nowhere to be
seen. A few citizens stood around the pile, looking at the dead, broken
bodies.
“That fucking gross bitch made it,” Sock Puppet Jesus said, bringing
feeling back into Luke’s arm.
“Jesus,” Luke smiled. “You didn’t die.”
A shining halo appeared out of nowhere above the puppet’s head.
“Of course I didn’t fucking die,” the puppet responded. “Some miracles
take a little more out of you than others. I just needed a little fucking
catnap.”
“It’s good to have you back,” Luke told the puppet. “I never thought I
would get used to having a sock puppet on my hand, but it felt weird when
you weren’t talking anymore.”
“Nothing could shut my fucking mouth for very long,” the puppet laughed,
the halo twinkled.
“Luke!” a woman’s voice called.
He turned and saw Samantha running toward him.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she said, hugging him with all her might. “The
whole city saw the livestream. You’re a hero!”