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Back to the Future
by Julie Michaelson
03/12/12
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Truly...
I say
to you,
that one
of you
will betray
Me.
[John 13:21]
****************
Time: 33 A.D. (during
the Passover)
Place: Back alley, someplace in Old Jerusalem.
Characters: Judas Iscariot;
Davy Crockett (hero of pioneer America);
Crazy Lady from the 21st
Century.
____________________
(Judas Iscariot has just
left the Upper Room, where
Jesus and His Disciples are
having the Last Supper. He
is stepping out slowly,
and softly, from the rough
stone steps of the house,
and into the cool dark
night.)

(A sudden spraying noise
fills the night air.)
{PSSSSSST!}
{PSSSSSST!}

"AGGGGHH!"
(Judas cries out in anguish,
brings up both of his hands
to his eyes, and slumps to
the cold ground.)

(Another man, wearing
buckskins, a coonskin cap,
and carrying a long buckshot rifle,
stands over Judas. He speaks
in American English,
though with the accent of
a fellow born and bred in
pioneer-times.)
"What IS that stuff,
LADY?"

(The lady, dressed in plus-size blue jeans,
a black turtle-neck sweater
decorated in cat fur,
and a dark blue outdoor vest from Walmart,
who's wielding a big can of something from
the twenty-first century,
replies in American English
though with a strong Yankee accent.
While talking, she pats around the
small pockets of her vest for a Snickers
bar: she holds it up to Davy but he
makes a face at it, and shakes his craggy
head at her. She continues talking in
her nasal Philadelphianeese.)
"FIRE ANT SPRAY!
It won't KILL him!
But it will sure teach him
a little RESPECT!"

(The man in the buckskins
makes a loud gaffawing
sound. He lifts up his rifle,
and cocks it, noisily.)
"Heck, that's just a little
slice 'a PIE!"
(The man, whose first
name is Davy, cocks the
long awesome-looking rifle
again.)
"THIS will teach him
RESPECT!"

(Judas yells something,
and tries to get up. Davy
sticks the end of his rifle
on Judas' forehead.)
"Don't MOVE, you varmit!"

(Judas says something,
but doesn't get up. He
continues wiping his eyes
and coughing.)

(Davy looks over at his
traveling companion;
the whole way over,
in her time-travel-buggy,
she was moaning, holding her stomach,
and throwing-up.)
"What did'ee SAY?
Can't UNDERSTAND
a word he's SAYIN'!"

(The lady squints down at Judas,
and then back at her long-haired,
coonskin-capped friend.
She looks at the unwrapped Snickers
bar, and then decides to stick it
back in her vest pocket;
her stomach was still queasy from
the air-bumpy time-ride, and the smells
of Old Jerusalem were reaking
to high-Heaven.)
"I think it's ARABIC!
NO!
It's HEBREW!
NO!
I think it's GREEK!
NO!
It's ROMAN!
I mean.....LATIN!
EH........uh, uh!
It's.........it's...
somethin' called...
ARAMAIC!"
(The lady sprayed the air
again with her Fire Ant
Spray from Walmart;
Davy pushed at her big
metal can with his buckskin-gloved hand,
and started coughing, too.)

"Will you put that dang
stuff.....AWAY?"
(Cough.)
(Cough.)
"What do you want to DO with him, ANYWAY?
SHOOT him?"
(Davy cocked his rifle,
again. Judas, who was
still hunched over on the
ground, squinted his red and swollen,
watery eyes at the strange-looking contraption.
He obviously didn't know what it was,
but he obviously didn't like it.)

(The lady pushed down on the
spray nozzle of her weapon again,
and aimed it at the long-robed,
dark-bearded man crouching against
the stone building.)
"NO!
Uh, UH!
No WAY!
Let's just ...take him back...
WITH us!"

(Davy pushed up his
coonskin cap, and spit
on the ground; he had never seen a lady like this
one: she was sure a STRANGE one.)
"Take him WHERE,
lady?"

(The strange lady sneezed,
and looked around, rather
warily: the whole time
keeping an eye on her
powder-blue, Hyundai time-machine.
Some of the duct-tape on the rear
left bumper had become a little
unwrapped upon landing,
and there was bird-poop all
over the windshield.)
"TAKE him back....
to YOUR TIME!
To TEXAS!
THEY'LL know what to
do with HIM!"

(Davy nodded, and spit
again. That spray-stuff,
his traveling-companion
was waving around, was
giving him a ripe taste in
his mouth.)
"Heck, SURE!
You think that little BUGGY
of yours......will fit ALL 'a
us?"

(The lady waved her
Fire Ant spray can at Judas' head, again.
She scrunched up her face:
trying to look really mean.)
"YEAH!
We'll just STICK him
on the BACK!
Did ya bring your ROPE?"

(Davy spat, again. His
eyes were watering, too.
Why did future-folk have
to use THIS stuff? Why
didn't they just set the
fire-ant mounds on FIRE,
like HE always did?)
"YEP!
GOT it right HERE!"
(Davy pointed backwards
at the buckskin sack over
his left shoulder.)
"OKAY!
If THAT'S what you
wanna DO!"
(Davy pushed the firing
end of his rifle at Judas'
forehead again.)
"Come ON,
you VARMIT!
Git UP!"

[Suddenly, a Bright Light
shone over the three of
them like a spot light from
a 21st century helicopter.]

(Davy squinted upwards:
never moving his long rifle
away from Judas' forehead.)
"What the darn tootin's
THAT?"

(The lady looked up too.
She frowned knowingly,
and cussed under her breath.)

[The Light stayed on them:
getting Brighter and Warmer. Then It spoke.]
"What are you doing.....
My CHILDREN?"

(Davy didn't say a word;
he just starting shaking in
his long buckskin boots.
The strange lady, however,
replied comfortably as if
she were totally at home with the Bright Light.)
"WE'RE TRYIN' TO SAVE
HIM, LORD!
I mean.......YOU, LORD!
I mean.....
YA know what I MEAN!"
(The lady waved her bad-
smelling can, again:
this time up at the Bright Light.)

[The Bright Light didn't
waver; in fact it got even
Stronger, Brighter, and
Hotter.]
"LEAVE.
NOW."

(Davy took off his coonskin cap, and wiped
his sweaty forehead. The
air around them suddenly
felt like south Texas in
mid-August. He leaned
toward his nutty travel-companion and
whispered in Prairie-American-English.)
"Maybe we oughta do what
It SAYS!"

(The nutty lady whispered
back: loudly, and in
irritatingly-nasally-Yankee-English.)
"Uh, UH!
NO!
Uh, UH!"

[The Bright Light became
even Hotter, and Brighter.]
"I AM going to
COUNT.... to THREE."

(Davy's goateed mouth opened:
he just kept staring up at the sky.
He wiped his sweaty brow again,
and put back on his cap. Then he whispered.)
"I think we better SKAT!"

(The lady nudged Davy in the arm;
Davy's buckskins smelled like south Texas in the 1800's,
a motion sickness air bag from a twenty-first century time machine, and fire ant-spray from Walmart.)
"COME ON!
Let's take this NO-GOOD
BUZZARD BACK with US!"
(She looked down at Judas,
kicked at him with her
sneakered-foot, and yelled.)
"You SLIME!"

[The Bright Light Spoke.]
"Child, you and your friend
get back into that buggy
of yours.........I AM starting
NOW.......
ONE."

(Davy spat again, and
swore. He cocked his rifle
back, and swung it over his
other shoulder. Then he
began to run toward the
strange-looking buggy, that
was parked behind them
in the still night; the streets of the Old City
were hauntingly quiet.)

(The lady didn't move;
She kept looking upward:
squinting woefully.)
"It's not FAIR,
LORD! I did a lotta
PLANNING for this TRIP!
Lemme get rid of this
BUGGARD!
He's nuthin' but a piece 'a
TRASH!"

[The Bright Light Spoke.]
"Two."

(Davy shouted from the
time machine.)
"Come ON, lady!
Let's GIT!"

(The lady kicked at Judas
again, with her other sneakered foot.
Judas was still coughing, and covering
his swollen eyes. He looked
as if a swarm of Texas
fire ants was crawling all over
his bearded face.)
"I'm JUST TRYIN'
to SAVE Him,
LORD!"

[The Bright Light is
now Accompanied by a
Mighty, Rumbling, Hot Wind:
resembling the winds of West Texas.
It whips the can of Walmart Fire
Ant Spray out of His
child's hand.]
"Two and a HALF........."

(The lady kicks again:
this time at the air.)
"AW!
No FAIR!"

(Davy's twangy, pioneer
voice shouts through the
rumbling hot winds.)
"COME ON, LADY!
DANG'IT!
LET'S GIT!"

[The Bright Light
Speaks, again: Patient
and Fatherly.]
"Two and three-QUARTERS."

"AW!
Come ON!"

[SILENCE.]

(Five seconds later
the time machine takes
off: soaring, and bumping
wildly through centuries of Time.

The bright light and rumbling winds disappear. A half a nano-second later, Judas gets up from the ground: shaking his head
puzzledly, and looking around for a moment. Then he runs off into the eerily still night.)
___________
[Quiet Voice.]
"You don't have to
save Him, child."
[Whisper.]
"He
has to
save
you."
****************
And
when He
had dipped
the sop,
He gave it
to Judas Iscariot...
and after...
Satan entered
him.
[John 13:26-27]


Copyright 2012.

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