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"AHHHHH...MEN!" Mary's mobile bleeps. Text. ( First 3 notes of SHAFT ). It was the angel Gabriel. "Yo Mary babeeee! Guess who's gonna be the mother of God!" She's all fingers and thumbs. Can't get used to this new technology. Preferred the blinding flash of light floaty dudes who were a bit of alright. She just sends a "?" back. Quick as a flash Gabe texts her back. "Hey girllll it's you!" She texts a curt !!!NO WAY!!! Mary panics: " Jesus Christ I'm way too young to be having the Son of God!" She smothers her mobile under a pillow. Hoping that it will just go away. "BleepbleepbloodyBLEEP!" it muffles messages. When she dares to look next there are like. . .! 69 unread texts. "I swear to God!" she tells herself. "I'm not having it!" She deletes the lot. Un-friends Gabe & God> Uses a word that isn't nice! "Good riddance to a bad lot!" she convinces herself. "I want to be my own woman!" Puts on the scarletest lippy. Cleopatra's her eyes. Hits the town. Paints it red. Ends up in a seedy karaoke joint G&T; in one hand mike in the other belting out: "Once I was afraid... I was petrified. . !"
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Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
"AHHHHH...MEN!"
"AHHHHH...MEN!" Mary's mobile bleeps. Text. ( First 3 notes of SHAFT ). It was the angel Gabriel. "Yo Mary babeeee! Guess who's gonna be the mother of God!" She's all fingers and thumbs. Can't get used to this new technology. Preferred the blinding flash of light floaty dudes who were a bit of alright. She just sends a "?" back. Quick as a flash Gabe texts her back. "Hey girllll it's you!" She texts a curt !!!NO WAY!!! Mary panics: " Jesus Christ I'm way too young to be having the Son of God!" She smothers her mobile under a pillow. Hoping that it will just go away. "BleepbleepbloodyBLEEP!" it muffles messages. When she dares to look next there are like. . .! 69 unread texts. "I swear to God!" she tells herself. "I'm not having it!" She deletes the lot. Un-friends Gabe & God> Uses a word that isn't nice! "Good riddance to a bad lot!" she convinces herself. "I want to be my own woman!" Puts on the scarletest lippy. Cleopatra's her eyes. Hits the town. Paints it red. Ends up in a seedy karaoke joint G&T; in one hand mike in the other belting out: "Once I was afraid... I was petrified. . !"
How the Annunciation would have panned out in today's technical world of mores and morals and mobiles.
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donall-dempsey
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
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