A Short Story: The Battle Across The Border
There was a knock on the door. William looked up as Mary pushed the door open and stuck her head in the office. “You ok?” she asked.
“Oh hey, yeah I’m fine. Come in.” Mary stepped into the room. “Are the kids asleep?” William asked.
“Yes, out like a light. Why are you dropping the F-bomb in here?”
“Just reading the news.”
“What’s happening?”
“Stuff is still bad out west.”
“The water wars?” Mary asked.
“Yes. Oklahoma’s quiet, but Texas and Mexico are at each other’s throat. Mexico sent some of its special forces across the border; there have been some skirmishes along the Rio Grande.”
“That’s too bad. But, hey, look on the bright side. That’s all a thousand miles away. Things are fine around here.”
“I know, but still, we have to keep it together, at least until the president is re-elected. We need four more years to finish taking it all apart. Then we’ll be able to rest easy.”
“Well, try not to let it stress you out. The Lord will provide.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry for …show more content…
She abided the Sunday visits to St. Peter’s, but the rest of the week she attended the Evangelical Church, where fire and brimstone sermons mixed with a heavy-handed, literal interpretation of the Old Testament. Reverend Flowers was one of several preachers at the church, and by far the most charismatic. When William and Mary moved back to Connecticut, Mary made William promise that their days as Episcopalians were over. She searched the area for a parish that could satisfy her Evangelical fervor, but the stoic Southern New England ecumenical landscape was too bland for her taste. With a little cajoling, Mary convinced William to bring Reverend Flowers to Blue Hills Orchard to start an in-house parish. William agreed. Reverend Flowers moved into the pool house adjacent the farmhouse, and began preaching every Sunday morning in the Blue Hills warehouse next to the cider
“Oh hey, yeah I’m fine. Come in.” Mary stepped into the room. “Are the kids asleep?” William asked.
“Yes, out like a light. Why are you dropping the F-bomb in here?”
“Just reading the news.”
“What’s happening?”
“Stuff is still bad out west.”
“The water wars?” Mary asked.
“Yes. Oklahoma’s quiet, but Texas and Mexico are at each other’s throat. Mexico sent some of its special forces across the border; there have been some skirmishes along the Rio Grande.”
“That’s too bad. But, hey, look on the bright side. That’s all a thousand miles away. Things are fine around here.”
“I know, but still, we have to keep it together, at least until the president is re-elected. We need four more years to finish taking it all apart. Then we’ll be able to rest easy.”
“Well, try not to let it stress you out. The Lord will provide.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry for …show more content…
She abided the Sunday visits to St. Peter’s, but the rest of the week she attended the Evangelical Church, where fire and brimstone sermons mixed with a heavy-handed, literal interpretation of the Old Testament. Reverend Flowers was one of several preachers at the church, and by far the most charismatic. When William and Mary moved back to Connecticut, Mary made William promise that their days as Episcopalians were over. She searched the area for a parish that could satisfy her Evangelical fervor, but the stoic Southern New England ecumenical landscape was too bland for her taste. With a little cajoling, Mary convinced William to bring Reverend Flowers to Blue Hills Orchard to start an in-house parish. William agreed. Reverend Flowers moved into the pool house adjacent the farmhouse, and began preaching every Sunday morning in the Blue Hills warehouse next to the cider