Contributor: Ryan Swofford - - Hallelujah wants to meet her savior. She’s sitting on the flower mattress, shivering uncontrollably and biting her red tongue. Her wet hair dangles before her eyes. She’s scared because she just had a vision—before you met her, she was shaking wide-eyed and wide-mouthed on the bed with her duck shoes in the air. She was watching a bloody bearded Jesus, skin and bones, as he wandered the Sonoma, looking for a place to stay. The Sonoma was Minneapolis, Minnesota. He came back. He was coming back. He is coming back. Her little brother, Ronnie, he came over to check on her last night, when she was having the vision I told you about. He came in using the spare key and dropped a cheap bottle of wine on the sofa. He called her name: “Holly!” but she didn’t answer of course. He wandered around the little one-bedroom...

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Author: Ryan Swofford