Monday, August 8, 2011
Virtuous Flash Fiction: Charity
Charity Larsen listened, confirming her parents slept. Nailing the bedroom door and windows shut had made more noise than she expected. Sloshing kerosene down the hall, the money in her pocket felt heavy...money for the minister who preached the same message every week. Give...Sacrifice...Store up Heavenly treasures. THEY gave and SHE paid the price...no dolls, no pretty dresses for her. That ended tonight. She checked her watch. No time for the minister before catching the bus to freedom. That's okay, she thought, her match falling on the carpet. After all, she grinned, Charity SHOULD begin at home.