Gargoyles on a synagogue were unusual, but Rabbi Ibrahim liked them, and joking about it with Father Augustus was fun.
While people prayed inside, a man with a twisted mind and a black heart approached the synagogue with a heavy black gym bag. As he reached for the door, a stoney hand snatched him up.
Crunching sounds ensued.
As the final songs were sung inside, Bonk the gargoyle licked blood and gun oil off his claws. “The guns are the tastiest part,” he noted.
“Indeed,” said Biff, patting his distended belly. “The AR-15 rifle was a fine vintage. A ’98 I’d say.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/05/01/3-may-2019/
To everyone who has lost a loved one in attacks on the places of worship, my heartfelt condolences. For the perpetrators and enablers of these horrific acts, there is a special place in Hell reserved for you.