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Favor of God: A Short Story
Favor of God: A Short Story
Favor of God: A Short Story
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 No one asked Samson if he wanted to dispense God's Justice, and so far the job has brought him nothing but anguish. Knowing no Israelite will help him to free himself, Samson is left with little choice but to turn to the Philistines.

 To Delilah.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 7, 2019
ISBN9781393653066
Favor of God: A Short Story

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    Favor of God - Amalia Dillin

    Favor of God

    Samson splashed water over his arms and chest. The puddle beneath his feet had long ago turned pink, but the blood still stuck to his skin. No matter how much he scrubbed, it wasn’t enough. He dropped to his knees beside the well, resting his forehead against the stonework. He could still hear the screaming, see the broken bodies of the thirty men. He could not remember killing them, but his hands remembered the snapping of necks, and his body quivered with the strength of God.

    He pulled the knife from his belt and twisted his hair into a rope, bringing the blade to the strands. His arm trembled and his hand shook. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his grip on the blade until his knuckles turned white. He pressed down with all his might.

    Samson!

    His hand slipped and the knife fell into the sand. All this strength, all this power, and he could not even cut his own hair. He slammed his fist into the stone, turning it to dust and pebbles. Because of his hair. Because of this unearthly strength that had made him into God’s slave. Michael’s sword. He cursed.

    Samson, what are you doing?

    He climbed to his feet before his mother reached him, and dropped the bucket back into the well. His skin felt tight where the blood had dried, and his hair would stink if he did not scrub it clean. It was one thing to kill a lion in self-defense, another thing entirely to murder thirty innocent men.

    Where is your bride, Samson? What’s happened?

    I have no bride, he snapped. "She will not see me, and I cannot

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