Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Sometimes ... strange things happen to prevent something bad ... from happening. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.
She sat alone on the bench. She was by far the most beautiful woman in there. She had her head bowed ... hands folded in her lap. Her blonde hair fell in long layers ... layers of pure golden curls.
Was that a tear rolling down her cheek? Did another one come behind that one? Her shoulders shook as she cried silently ... no one noticed as the woman moved very little ... except ... Walter Sebastian. He liked sad, broken ... needy women.
He walked into the church ... sat down just behind her so he could keep an eye on her. She ... could ... be the one. He had to check around first to see what the church ... had to offer.
Soon the church filled up ... every pew full. A heavy-set woman sat so close to Walter that he felt suffocated. He wasn't used to anyone being in his personal space. He almost lost it but ... regained his composure. He looked straight into her eyes as he turned ... such sweet, friendly, blue eyes full of happiness.
Happy people made Walter Sebastian feel uncomfortable. He preferred unhappy, broken people ... he liked to finish ... breaking them. That was the main thing in his whole life ... to finish off people. Get their broken asses out of the way ... always whining, crying about something.
Walter Sebastian sneezed ... before he could pull his handkerchief out. He sneezed snot right into the happy face smiling at him. The heavy-set woman began to hyperventilate ... Walter Sebastian began to apologize. It didn't do any good ... the woman was sickened at what flew in her face ... a big gob sat on her nose!
Walter couldn't wipe it off ... he wouldn't have if he could. He pure loved this shit ... the old bitch had it coming. He got rid of that happy face unintentionally. How about that!
The woman pulled her skirt up to wipe her face ... looked at it ... immediately began to vomit. People had begun turning around in their seats to see what the commotion was. Walter Sebastian began patting her on the back ... that puking bitch looked him straight into the face ... began to smile. She sneezed ... puke and snot flew into Walter's face ... open mouth.
Just before she sneezed ... Walter Sebastian sensed she was just as evil as he was. Her smile gave it away. She began to pat him on his shoulder, apologizing ... he pushed her hand away ... stood up ... got the hell out of there.
Walter Sebastian drove home madder than hell. He couldn't believe what happened. There must have been some power he couldn't see at work to stop him. He went in the church with a plan ... he never saw that coming.
He wouldn't go back to that church. The next church he went to would be many miles away. Walter Sebastian sat by his pool ... he had gone to church because he was lonely ... came home with his tail between his legs. He couldn't believe it ... he kept shaking his head in disbelief as he kept replaying what had happened ... over and over in his mind.
He felt it was God's way of joking with him. He just didn't feel good about that. To hell with the hallelujahs and amens! To be honest though ... Walter Sebastian hated to admit it ... it made him a little afraid to go back to church. Suppose ... God had it in for him?