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Believe – Flowers (7/33)

Church

“See ya when I see ya! Have a nice afterlife!”


Believe

“Is he coming back?”

Sister Betty won’t speak but one tone above a hushed whisper. She’s practically exhaling, her speech is lighter than feathers. Lighter than the weightless ashes.

“I believe he will,” Sister Letty finally says. Betty and Etty got one of the last three boxes collapsed and sorted – a whole picnic basket kit complete with an unopened bottle of peach wine took up the majority of the room in the box; a blanket and hooded sweatshirts filled the rest – and the second box is halfway unpacked.

“Lots of scarves, I see,” Sister Letty says, running her hand over the soft woven fabric. Lots of snowflakes, blue ones over green, gray ones over red and white, white ones over black.

“Winter hats, too,” Sister Etty points out. “Looks like you’re in need, Sister Letty. Ditch the cowl, did you?”

She shrugs. “It’s outside. I’ll get it later.”

“When is Howie coming back, Sister Letty?” pleads Sister Betty. Her whines bounce back and forth about the church’s impenetrable walls like moths off screen doors fluttering their wings madly in search of the light. “He told you, didn’t he? When will the Lord bring him back?”

“He’ll come back when the time is right, Betty,” Etty says, her voice consoling but still firm. She studies Letty’s distant expression. “Thine Lord’s work shall be finished, no matter how strange the way it must be done.”

“As will our own work,” Letty chimes in, reaching for what’s left in the second box. “Praise Him, for He’s given us much to do. That’s the danger, Sisters, having nothing to do with the time you have left. Remember that.” Betty stops whimpering and gets to opening the third box. Etty goes to help. “It’s not that we have no time left, it’s not being able to use that time that’s… that’s… oh God, what have You done to us, Lord? What have You done?”


Hello Commons, this has been the last subchapter of the first chapter of Flowers, a novel about a man who smokes the last of his pot.

Flowers is part of the Third Spiral, an anthology of sorts called The Here and Now which is comprised of stories told from the various planes of Existence.

Flowers is available to read for free in its entirety on my website. Click here to check it out.

I’ve written a few other books, too. Click here to see the list.

If you like Flowers and would like to help support my work, click here and buy an autographed copy of the book (or anything else!) from my store. Alternatively, you can snag a cheaper (and unsigned) copy from Amazon by clicking here.

Be well Commons~

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