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Fiction Foundry 8

Was it possible to suffer a concussion from seeing too much beauty at once?  If so, maybe that's what happened...because the next thing Mike knew  the sermon was over and his family had joined "the pastoral receiving line."  They were standing midway back in the sanctuary shuffling step by step toward the exit when Big Mike Carson did something absolutely unprecedented.  He initiated social contact with another human being!

"Good morning, Jim.  Are you just about settled in?" the senior Carson asked a man with a red afro.  (Honest to goodness--Mike thought the guy looked like he could've been a body double for Ronald McDonald.)

"Oh hey, Michael! Yeah, we're just about finished unpacking.  Atherton is a really nice place.  I think we're going to like it here."

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