for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Service.
It’s the Sunday morning service and as the faithful few conclude their random rendition of All Things Bright and Beautiful, Miss Pargiter massages her aching fingers having endured another battle with the wheezing church organ.
Standing in his pulpit, the Reverend Caruthers silently surveys the congregation which braces itself in nervous anticipation.
“Beware the temptations of the flesh” he suddenly hisses, then as the veins in his forehead begin to bulge, he explodes, spitting like a venomous snake.
“Fornication, drunkenness; let not Satan determine your destiny for the wages of sin are certain death”
Farmer Fred visibly shrinks in his pew, as three rows back, Postmistress Poppy’s cheeks glow crimson.
After ten minutes of pointing, thumping, and ranting, the sermon is over and Miss Pargiter valiantly attempts to accompany the final rousing hymn, Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin.