A story by John Shirley about Jesus when he was nine years old.
Jesus, then called Yeshua, was nine years old when his father declared that the family must move to abide with relatives in a far off place: Alexandria, in Egypt…
“O, these bumps,” Joseph said. “We should have taken a Roman road…”
Joseph disliked travel and, judging from the way he shifted on the tanner’s cart, from time to time, his bony backside was sore, this day in early summer, their fourth day of travel. A foul smell followed the poorly-tanned hides, just behind them in the cart, but Jesus had grown used to it. This was the only ride to the sea that Joseph could afford, or so he said.
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