A short story by Mark Zipoli
“With Adam and Eve.”
“I know that I don’t need nuns and priests. I know that I don’t need Jesus, either.”
“Sure,” Lester replied.
“Just steer clear of the obstacles,” said Lester.
“Legs. Legs wouldn’t hold me. I was falling, you see. Usually I can tell when that’s coming. Usually I know what the future holds when my bones turn to soup and I can’t see beyond my nose. You’re standing kind of weird yourself.”