Wednesday Words: Victor at Thanksgiving

The Kids' Table

This is THE Thanksgiving! Victor laughed as he placed two casseroles in the back seat of his new hybrid Toyota Prius.  His new pristine, low maintenance Prius—Victor eagerly caressed the leather seats around the Jell-O™ salad and hot vegetable dish.  How I love the new-car smell!

After years of wishing that he could finally sit at the Thanksgiving Adult Table never seemed feasible, Victor squirmed excitedly as he started the engine. The Adult Table!  And, I am only 25! Great-great Aunt Agnes had died in August, moving Victor up the roster from the Children’s Table.  At last!

Jell-O is Utah's official specified snack.

  He glanced back at the assigned dishes he was bringing.  Man, I was lucky with these!  Improvising, Victor had thrown together a lime Jell-O™, along with some fresh kiwi and fresh pineapple (see note belowꜜ).  These guys were on the verge of rotting…sure lucked out!

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The odoriferous steaming hot Brussel sprouts,  swimming in Cheese Whiz™, wafted fragrantly through the car. Victor opened the window, and in those few seconds, that precise moment, the beat-up Honda ahead of Victor’s precious Prius braked suddenly.

Victor braked hard and swerved, barely missing the damned Honda. 

That one moment sent the gelatinous Jell-O flying, covering the precious leather with green slime.  Brussel sprouts bounced merrily around the leather seats, leaving ball-sized Cheese Whiz dots there and on the ceiling.

What to do?? What to think??  Victor’s mind spun in search of an answer.

What do you think he should or will do? 

Note from Jell-O box: Do not use fresh or frozen pineapple, kiwi, ginger-root, papaya, figs or guava.  Gelatin will NOT set.

Again Delores has lobbed some interesting words our way! Every Wednesday, Delores chooses 6 random words, inviting writers to create a poem, prose, short story from these words (seen above underlined).  Visit her site by clicking on the lovely Methodist Church in the right sidebar. Enjoy! 

Nancy and the Revival

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Oh, dear God!  Please, please!  Not another one!

The end of the evening Sunday service was minutes away, the last song had been sung, and benediction given.  Nancy was in the process of racing out to the vestibule door when Pastor Harris announced, “…and then, tomorrow evening the Honorable Reverend Leo Berry will be arriving and lead us in a week-long revival…” 

Amid the Amen! and Praise God! each teenager wilted, with heads hung low.  Though telekinetic communication had never been confirmed, Nancy and the others could sense each other's thoughts, some filled with profanity, others not.

Nancy was safe from the altar pounding***, being a near-saint in the teen world.  But what about Bill, Tom, Bob, Sam, and other boys who were damned to Hell all the time?  Long, painful nights spanned across eternity for them.

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Brother Leo Berry arrived at Pastor Harris' house just in time for one of the church’s Sisters to carry in the casserole, Jell-O salad, and dessert.  

For the Pastor Harris house, the meals would be manna from heaven, since the church paid salary next to nothing.  This required Pastor and Sister Harris to hold down jobs.  These dinners would be as a feast for the pastor's family.

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Monday night arrived, with a shining smiling Brother Berry on the platform, rubbing his hands together.  His bald hair comb-over reflected the bare light bulbs overhead.  The seedy suit spoke of nights on the road with a trail of churches behind him.

“ARE YOU SAVED?  IF YOU WALKED OUT THAT DOOR THIS VERY NIGHT AND WERE SMASHED BY A PICK-UP TRUCK, WOULD YOU BE SAVED?”  

He eyed the ones who did not say Hallelujah or Preach it!  "Would you?”  He whispered meaningfully, staring down the teen herd in the back of the sanctuary.

Nancy sighed, opening her math book, this was gonna be a loooonnngg week.

***To be continued someday next week, probably Wednesday.  Pray for Nancy and all those boys.

A previous blog about Nancy and this church can be accessed here.