Unholy Trinity: What Can You Do? by Andy Martin
Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.
What Can You Do?
Morning and the air was cool, the city still sleeping except for the birds, so when Kate got to 2nd and Reed she kept going.
She was three blocks passed her usual turn around when she skidded to a halt.
She’d never seen this little park before, tucked in on the west side of Two Street and in the shadow of 95.
She jogged in place, taking the statue in, then shook her head and turned for home.
“You ever see that crazy statue?” she asked Craig.
“The Band of Brothers one?”
“No, it’s like somebody’s Nona…and a UFO.”
“I thought you were kidding.”
She gave him a look.
The statue was indeed somebody’s Grandma. She was waving a rolling pin in front of a crashed UFO. A little, big-headed alien was crawling out-
Allied Bread was on fire, and Marie could hear air raid sirens over the fire trucks.
Marie was running toward the bread factory, she had neighbors, friends working there, what could she do?
A silver disk spun out of the columns of smoking rising from the factory and poured narrow beams of green light into the street, flames exploding where they touched down-
“This is like some weird art thing, right?”
“I don’t know. If any place can keep a secret, it’s South Philly.”
Confused screams in the street, no one believing what spun above Two Street spraying laser-death.
The saucer dove to incinerate a fire truck and clipped one of Allied Bread’s Egyptian Revival columns and skipped across Two Street like a stone.
The bubble at the top opened, a little gray bug-eyed thing crawling out-
Marie was running, remembering the rolling pin in her hand, neighbors, friends, burning up all around her and raised it high-
What could she do?
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Originally from New Orleans, Shalini grew up with a love for the hauntingly beautiful stories, ideas and folklore that were enmeshed with the city. She also developed a deep love for words and a well-told story. Anytime those two can marry, she’s there for it. She loves stories that lure, that haunt, that pull at heartstrings or that wrap one up in fear, anxious to know what’s going to happen next.