Ahmed's beginning - a short story
Herein is the first draft of how the Antichrist might get his start. For a while, it has been my belief his arising will start with something like this: some random nobody. story by Jeff Ragsdale 4 November 2020 + + + He came to...barely...his face in a pile of dog-excrement and other things I will not mention here. Bones broken. Ribs displaced. A hideous compound fracture of his right femur...bleeding... And it was the heat of the day - the sun directly above, baking his skin as he wallowed in mortal thirst. His mind swam...jeers of " Pig! Pig! "...they had beaten him up good this time. Then - nothing. As though he were simultaneously floating inside his body and outside it. Suddenly, his mind was clear. A round tunnel... Light... and peace… And clarity of spirit. Never in his miserable sixteen years had Ahmed felt such lightness of soul... The quiet of being tucked into bed by the mother he never had... The utter assurance of the father he s