The Atheist No 55

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: April 02, 2019

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Submitted: April 02, 2019



The Atheist


  Auntie Mary says that poor Dr Buddha doesn't care

if the Australian government doesn't want to accept

his qualifications, He's not going back to university 

here as a student after all these years to prove himself

again, just for the sake of them. 

  She says he's not going to do some stupid exam to 

prove himself to the government. He says he'll still 

keep working as an hypnotist, ' cause he knows 

hypnotism works.

  " It works on me. " She tells me, " I'm getting rid of

my night sweats and fevers. And better still, she tells 

me, " It's getting rid of the remains of the freight train

in my brain, that I've had since I was a young girl in

my early twenties. "

  The only thing Auntie Mary don't understand she 

says to me, is that poor Dr Buddha is an atheist.

She can't understand how Dr Buddha can be an atheist.

She tells me she didn't think Dr Buddha could be an

atheist 'cause he's so intelligent.

  She thought that only lapsed Catholics were atheists,

but Dr Buddha was never a Catholic. " Johhno is. " She

confides in me, " That's why he's always drinking, he 

learnt it from the priests. That's all the Catholics ever do,

drink, and smoke too, and have children. They never

 stop having children because the priest

never tells the husband how to take it out in time.

That's how your mother had you. " She tells me, " Not

that she didn't love you or nothing, but she told me Mr 

Shadow just had to keep going when she told him to 

get out." She laughs, and keeps talking.

 " That's what being a Catholic and the grog will do to

you, you can't stop doing it if you're a man that is. But

I had my tubes tied after a few miscarriages you know, 

so I wouldn't have to worry anymore, and thank God I

didn't. And anyhow I told Johnno to stay well clear, and 

now he's always so drunk that he couldn't, even if I let 

him, but you won't tell no-one will you? " She pleads

'cause she doesn't want anyone to know her and Uncle

Johnno's failures.



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