Fiction: The beginning of a story…

My mother wanted to give me a biblical name. I suppose she figured that if she couldn’t save me this might incite God to take her place. So with the largest amount of conviction she’d ever muster, she went into a bookstore and opened a Bible to a random page, she let her finger fall to a random line. Her finger lie on the name Judas. Unfortunately for me and my mother, she had no understanding of the Bible or it’s characters. And she liked “Judas.” She would later call it a “strong name, a noble name.” So from that awkward used book excursion on my life was forever on doomed to be a series of incidental disappointments. The first disappointment would come for my mother, on the day of my birth. I was born a girl. She named me Judas anyway.

~ by carik on March 6, 2008.