"Preach"

Hey,

I am working on a new set of stories that I found to have an interesting concept.

I find that I like writing. It frees your mind and allows me to escape in a world of my imagination.

Here is a small snippet of one of the stories I am working on.

Let me know if you like it. If you don't, tell me. I really valu your opinion.

Preach

Mysha watched Clay work in his yard as she did every morning since he moved in over a year ago and became the new minister at the church. Mysha hated the fact he was a minister, because in the town of Gospel there were two classes of people: Saints and Heathens.

Clay, in all of his blond glory, was a Saint. He followed the straight and narrow path. Every morning he would go for a jog. Returning home to pray in the alcove in this living room Mysha knew this because from her living room, she could see clear through the front of his house. After praying for twenty to thirty minutes, he would disappear in his bedroom and the come out dressed usually in dark slacks with a crisp white shirt.

Where Clay was a Saint, Mysha was definitely a Heathen. She didn’t attend church. Went out and partied with her friends. Wore the most provocative outfits she could create whenever, she was out to have a fun time.

Most of the time Mysha dressed normally, she’d wear jeans, t-shirts, or maybe a work uniform depending on the day of the week.

Weekends were a whole new deal and she loved to wear comfortable sweats and tees. She usually had Saturday mornings off and this gave her plenty of time to watch her gorgeous neighbor.

Mysha remembered when he moved in two summers ago. All of the members of the local church flocked to the house across the street. They were so excited about the new young minister.

Mysha saw a few of the girls she’d gone to school with and decided to walk over and talk to them. That’s when she saw him. He was stunning. His golden locks were held in a band at the nape of his neck. He was sweaty from the exertion that it took to help unload the moving van.

Very few things rendered Mysha speechless, but the appearance of her handsome neighbor was one of those events.

“Young Lady, you need to go back to your house. Your kind is not welcomed over here.” Mysha heard the scraggly voice of Mother Thomas, an elder lady from the church.

Mysha turned to face the older lady and was met by the disdain and disgust in her eyes.

The first time it happened, Mysha was hurt. When she moved to town a few years earlier, she actually went to the church. At first the people at the church were friendly, then one day she was going out with her friends and Mother Thomas saw her.

The look the old lady gave her was cold enough to freeze fire. That Sunday, when Mysha decided to go to church, she was invited to the Office of the First Lady of the Church. Apparently Mother Thomas, Mother Williams, and the First Lady of the Church felt the need to share a few home truths with the young lady.

“Well, Mysha, I understand that your mother has not taught you how respectable women dress, but as the head woman in this church I am letting you know that in this church you cannot dress and act like a streetwalker.” The First Lady told her rudely.

Mysha took offense at her harsh tone. “Mistress, I don’t see the need to insult my mother. I feel you are out of line.” Mysha retorted.

“Ahhh!” Mother Thomas gasped. “So rude and with no respect for your elders. You cannot talk to her like that. She is the head woman in this church.”

Mysha then turned on Mother Thomas. “Look, Mother Thomas, she had no right to insult my mother. The same way you don’t have the right to judge me. I thought you were supposed to be Christians. But the way you-“ First Lady cut her off.

“That is enough. If you are not going to be more respectable, I will ask you to leave.” The First Lady interjected.

Mother Williams sat and watched. She didn’t think it was far for these two women to team up on this girl so she decided to try and diffuse the situation.

“First Lady, Mother Thomas, maybe you two should calm down. I’m sure we can all talk about this.” she stated.

Both of the furious n older women turned on her. Mysha at this point had seen enough. She immediately jumped to Mother William’s defense.

“She is a member of your church and because she speaks with reason you attack her. You two women are a set of old hypocritical bitches and I will not come back to this fake ass church.” Mysha emphatically stated.

Mother Williams was hurt, because she didn’t expect her friends to turn on her. She felt that the young girl had been treated unfairly.

Mysha stormed out of the office and left. After she left, First lady apologized to Mother Williams for being short. And then she admonished her for not being willing to do God’s work and stand against evil.

Time passed and the old pastor retired. The church’s affiliation sent in a new young man to run the church.

He sparked Mysha’s interest. He seemed different from the other people in the town. Every morning when Mysha would leave for work, Clay would make sure he spoke and wished her a good day.

Once he realized she worked at the coffee shop, he came by to chat with her every morning. He seemed completely oblivious.