Prism of prose

On a beautiful Saturday morning I sit at a table on the coffee shop plaza with my Bible in front of me. “Hi I’m JP, is it okay if my dog lies beside your table while I get my coffee? Is that a Bible?” His dog is a big German shepherd. I soon learn JP and his dog, Shadow, are both gentle giants. JP is a big man with heavy black framed glasses. I invite him to join me at the table after he ...