Bacon? The word prompt this week is bacon? Once again I’m taking five minutes with the Five Minute Friday #fmfparty gang to write unedited on a theme sent out by Kate Motaung. The word-prompt today is already making my mouth water. (You can join in too – here’s how.)
I choke a little at the dust flying in the air, as the entire herd of pigs stampedes toward the rickety fence by the cliff edge. Pete’s face was priceless. And then there was that other guy, the one clutching his staff like it was a life-preserver. He’d gone white as a sheet. I could see his mind running down to the bottom line – in one moment out of business and out of any reasonable explanation for the catastrophe.
I though he was going to cry.
But there was no need. Someone else was already crying. Crumpled at the feet of the Teacher was a raggedy bloke, bawling his eyes out with joy. Every now and then he gasped, as if the air he now breathed was pure fresh air, not the stinking cloud of pig-wreck we were coughing on. this was a drowning man breathing again. A sunken soul miraculously floating on joyful euphoria.
And so, in my sunken state today, I’m wondering what sort of carnage will result when God steps into my disasters and causes a bit of chaos. It might be messy, but there could be a tasty breakfast ahead too…