01. A Rotten Fig at Market A5
As the boss sauntered into spitting range, Shelach trembled. He should let sleeping dogs lie. If he restrained himself, Hevel would remain calm. But Shelach’s nostrils flared. He spouted, “The Lord hates the wicked. He sends them fiery coals and flaming sulfur.” A scowl fell over the man’s face, he twitched his rodent nose. The … Read more