JOHNNY COMA SAT in the hotel garden, reading Genesis on a wooden park bench. The sun shone from the east on his pale face. He had the Holy Bible in a small black classic edition open on his lap. And the LORD God called Adam, and said unto him, Where art thou?
And he said, I heard thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid because I was n***d; and I hid myself.
Johnny liked that quote. Genesis was good. He liked Genesis. It was a great guide to simple direct writing. Johnny looked down at the Good Book in his lap.
And Cain talked with Abel his brother; and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.
There you had it, one-two-three, twenty-nine words, the basic Cain and Abel short story. More than a tweet, practically an IM, thir
