| The Creative Expressions of... Bill Vivrett |
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| Updated 03.02.06 |
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| The Troll |
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| An Allegory for Easter "I saw ya' with a girl earlier, Golden Boy. Who was that? If I had her back here for one hour, I'd break all the laws uh' nature an'..." Harry vaulted over two Pullman seat backs and smashed into Corelli's right shoulder and neck cracking his head against the glass! Vinny reacted instinctively. With an alley cat's agility in one fluid motion, he yielded to the momentum, spun his small wiry frame to the left and bent Harry backward with a knee into his back. Then instantly, with his left hand yanking thick blond hair, Vinny pulled Harry's head back and from nowhere the blade in his right hand began to draw. "Don't move," Corelli soothed into his right ear from behind, simultaneously drawing a fine arc-crimson line, lightly, slowly across Harry's throat, accenting it with pauses; punctuation dots-a necklace of tiny ruby beads emerged. "...Or I'll cut you from gizzard to Tuesday. I just might do it anyway. It really don't matter to me." The hot crowded railway car of recruits became a frozen diorama. (1 Peter 5:8) Then, just as quickly, Vinny released and just as smoothly, laughed at Harry and himself. "Look kid, I didn't know she was your sister till Joe here just whispered it. Tell ya' what kid, I won't say nothin like that 'bout your sist..." "Not about any girl," Harry glared at him with new steel blue eyes locking in piercing intensity. "Ever again." (Mat 5:28) Harry was completely self assured, in control and oblivious to the recent encounter. Neither was hurt, though one had just faced instant death. (Isaiah 41:10) Vinny Corelli immediately sensed the calm simple righteousness of it all. Perhaps the one quality he still respected was basic truth and the truth of Harry's position was inescapable. After all Vinny had not survived his seventeen years on Chicago's south side without being able to perceive the true reality of any situation or by underestimating an adversary. "You got it," he responded. That ended it. All derision, all banter, all conversation had ceased. Each recruit became caught up on his own world. A year form now they might all be dead. Vinny had experienced a catharsis. His life had been a lie. He even lied about his age to get here. And now, when boldly confronted with the liberty of real truth, he knew his life would not be the same. (John 8:32) Harry John Nordstrom thought only of Kristin. His sister, at sixteen, was closing in on herself. |
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