Thursday, May 15, 2008

Sermon Slumbers


“Well.” Ada came through the great carved doors of the church of St. Just’s still putting her gloves on. “That was a lovely sermon. Very spirit lifting.”

“It was?” Harold, though technically half-demon, had a social respectability that propelled him to attend services at least once a month. “I thought it repetitive and tedious--”

“Lovely sermon Reverend.” Ada interrupted him to shake hands with the vicar. “I was just saying how uplifting it was.”

“Lifted your thoughts right to a different plane, I hope.” Reverend Mackenzie smiled, showing a flash of gold at the back. Harold raised an eyebrow at the vanity.

“Something like that, yes,” he said. “It made me think I was in Hell.”

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