Him

The cold truck cab did little to prevent the sharp bite of winter. She had chosen to turn off the heat to conserve gas and, more importantly, to prevent others from noticing her. The initial flood that had filled the tiny chapel was overwhelming. Apple-cheeked youngsters rushed in to greet one another as their parents waved to the neighbors that had been missed since last Sunday. Their happiness was evident on their smiling faces but to her it seemed unbearable. She wanted so very badly to be a part of their charade of normalcy but she knew that if she were to walk through the heavy oak doors, she would surely be spotted as a fake. So she watched. She watched with great intent as the crowd thinned and the last child ran in through the doors, making sure to catch the beginning of Sunday school just in time. She had scanned the parking lot for his car but it was absent. Had he fallen out of favor too? She knew it wasn’t as simple as that and yet… she wished it were. There just wasn’t a way to untangle the two. The night on the beach and her vision of heaven were far too close together. She pressed the key back into the ignition. One day she would walk through those doors but today was not that day.


*I don't know where this story is going...I might edit to incorporate into the original story. I am a believer that real art is not created, but found. I found this story tonight. It's a part of me that needed to be told...not tomorrow but right now.