“No one made you do it. You did it because you wanted to and you figured you’d ask for forgiveness later!” “I’m sorry.” Again she mumbles. “Let your heart not be troubled sinner!” He stomps. “The Lord thy God has something greater for you. Cast your burdens on him and walk in your purpose!” The preacher screams. “Some of you even have your just in case he wants me to stay bag in your trunk right now! Let go of your wicked ways! They will keep you from the Kingdom of Heaven.” “This is too much to handle.” Desi’s heart starts to race. “I’ve got to get out of here.” Posting up the black churches international symbol of “excuse me one second” she holds up her almighty index finger and steps lightly across the other church goers on her golden brown leather seated wooden pew. “I can’t handle this.” She couldn’t stop sobbing and excused herself in a failed attempt to cover the turmoil brewing inside her with each word. It seemed the combination of the Holy Ghost and the tall wooden oak vaulted cathedral ceilings and wide aisles were not enough to contain the volcano that was threatening to erupt inside Desiree. She made a mad dash toward the sanctuary doors she swiped a few tissues from the box resting on the last pew, better known as the usher’s row. The congregation was so involved in the preacher’s words and the choir’s rendition of the gospel song, “Make Me Over Again” that no one appeared to notice her sprinting through the foyer. Her heels made no sound as they barreled down the twelve maroon carpeted stairs. When she made it to the first corridor she paused momentarily trying to determine whether to run out the double doors of the church or continue down the second flight of stairs to the women’s bathroom in the basement of the church. Bathroom, she hastily decided shaking her head as if to snap out of a momentary lapse of insanity. With lightning speed Desi found herself bounding down the steps two at a time until she heard the faint sound of her heels hitting the linoleum floor. She flung the door open, barely stepping inside before her silent tears became bursting uncontainable sobs and gasps. READ MORE AT: brinasbaskets/excerpts/
Posted on: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 17:50:56 +0000
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