Father Grimsley looked up from his sermon to see the organist getting ready to play.
That old pipe organ has seen the ravages of time, he thought.
Mr. Jenkins sat in the third row, and with his hand in pocket he fingered the lottery tickets.
He thought surely he was a winner this time.
As he listened to the angelic music play, he imagined himself floating away on a 5x5 raft, off some tropical island. He would leave behind his dull life at the book store and be far away from all those boxes of books that were waiting to be shelved.
Jimmy Markham thought only of last night as he fidgeted in his seat behind Mr. Jenkins. He remembered Julie's words so clearly..."Flattery will get you nowhere", she said. He didn't care, as he continued to do some yodelling of sweet nothings into her ear. He remembered how soft her pigtails felt against his face.
Suddenly he was jolted back to reality. Old Mrs. Scrimshaw held back her cackle... she accidently poked Jimmy in his arm with one of her sharpest knitting needles!
4 comments:
oh i can remember an old mrs scrimshaw! fabulous, lulda.
lime: I must of been channeling the old gal...:D thanks these are becoming as addictive as the 55's! ;)
Loved this one too. The scene felt very real. I was kind of hoping the guy with the lottery ticket would fix the organ before he sailed off into the sunset, though. Great job.
Raven:
Thanks...these are becoming addictive! :D
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