She looked about furtively
Pulled her coat tighter and entered
He was waiting at the end of the room
She was crying for the first time in days
But his serene smile gave her strength
Even as the blood caked on his wrist flaked off
There was no need for words
They were instantly one
~o~o~o~o~o~o~
She left discreetly, an hour later
Allowing herself the luxury of a faint smile
Before donning her trademark frown along with her coat
She couldn’t risk anyone seeing her
Self-preservation was her forte
And if seen, she had no answer to
What’s an atheist doing in church?
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Tags: Faith, Humour, Religion, Secrets
Posted in 55-worders, Storybook | Comments (7)
March 25th, 2007 at 2:25 pm
Very Nice
What’s an atheist doing in church? - Is that the title?
March 26th, 2007 at 8:50 am
people-watching?
March 26th, 2007 at 10:08 am
@ Ricercer: No, its the twist in the plot, the surprise ending, the real story behind the words.
@ Illyria: Hey…good to see you back!!!
March 29th, 2007 at 9:12 am
Good one! Interesting blog you’ve got here!
March 29th, 2007 at 10:11 am
@ Shantanu: Thank you! I hope I’ll see you again.
March 30th, 2007 at 12:51 pm
You seem to have a bunch of (older) blogs on Blogspot. You probably want to leave a link from those sites to this one.
March 30th, 2007 at 2:10 pm
@ Shantanu: There is a link on each of them. It’s the last (and topmost post) on each one.