the end of days page 22

 the end of days page 22 by ric gustafson

Rory walked across the street to a small park near his office. It was lunch time and the park was a quiet place. He sat down at one of the park's wooden benches. He opened his paper lunch sack. He took out a ham sandwich and some carrot sticks. As he quietly ate, he felt his face. The damage from the locust stings had finally healed. The attack had left him very bitter toward God.

After Rory had finished his lunch, he began to smell a faint odor of smoke. All of a sudden, Rory was thrown off the wooden table. He hit the ground hard. Trembling, he took cover underneath the overturned table. He could not believe his eyes.

Next to the table was a horse twice the size of a normal horse. The horse was not touching the ground. Flames and smoke came out of it's nostril and mouth. The rider looked like he was ten feet tall. The rider wore a breastplate that was yellow, red and blue.

There were horses behind it as far as Rory could see.

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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric