Fiction: Root of Bitterness by Michael Neal Morris
Photo Source: Pixabay After getting her husband settled in the living room and watching television, she returned to the kitchen to make dinner. “Geez, he’s excitable today,” she said aloud in the nearly empty room. “Of course he is,” she heard from a voice sitting at the kitchen table. She turned and saw it was Jesus, again making himself at home, that don’t-you-see-I-love-you smirk on his face. “I didn’t invite you,” she said. “Yet, here I am.” “Well, get on out. I ain’t got...