Brawl at St. Ann's

One of many Irish Female Saints

The Ladies’ Auxiliary of St. Ann Church were engaged in vigorous debate about page 37 of “Secret Life of Saint Dymphna” when all hell broke loose.

Father Gary threw open the doors in a small book room, crying, “Someone has broken into our church hall!”

Caught between horror and mirth, all stood up, racing to the church hall. Auxiliary president, Mrs. Girth was last to take off running, the only one with mirth bubbling within, smiling at rear ends ahead of her.  Her thoughts were random and full of disdain. Her mind flooded with words:

Ha! Mrs. Garson! ...you did not know anyone saw you having a romp with that handsome altar boy behind table skirts in this very room! …and Miss Maulder, you wretch!  Stealing holy wine, swigging it down after service! Really!  I could smell it on your breath!

The herd had reached the hall, each searching the room.  Mrs. Girth hung back, watching, smirking. More words rolled through her thoughts:

Ha! Ms. Barton!  No one knew that it was you who wolfed cartons of butter pecan and moose tracks ice cream…but I saw you.

The search revealed nothing.  The book club resumed, whispering and speculating. Mrs. Girth watched them, knowing that someday all truths would collide and she, as always, would be there to observe.

The Wednesday Words meme was started by Delores . The italicized and underlined words are those given to writers to challenge themselves. 

This was started by Delores who tired of computer battle.  It has since been handed over to volunteers to present the writing prompts.  Six or twelve words, photo prompt, or a sentence prompt would be given to challenge bloggers to step beyond their genre. 

It is great craic.

From YouTube

Fair is foul and foul is fair: Macbeth

source

There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden 

that will not be known.

Luke 12:2

Scared

little girl

Such a pretty kid...How old did you say?

Her name is Vicky and she was twelve years old.

Do they know yet what happened?  

They?  You mean the detectives?

Who else would I mean?  Yeah.  Them.

They don't know.  Some kid found her in the creek, under the ice.

She....Vicky must have floated downstream...

       Then the ice froze over her...her folks waited for so long...

How are Ken and Sheila holding out?

'Bout as expected.  You taking food in for the family?

  Yeah, Lisa fixed some chicken something or other.  And a pie, peach pie.

I wonder if or when they'll ever figure out...find out what you did?

God, I hope not.  I didn't mean to...the car swerved..she just appeared and...

You must, you have to tell them what happened.

She was so scared...at the end.

       She was scared before that...you could have saved her...she would still be alive.

Father, I wasn't thinking...
     
        Time to own up, Tim...Time to give Ken and Sheila peace.

Scared...so scared.  I am so scared.

       So was she, Tim. So was she.

In 2014 This photo was the prompt and sadly this is what it inspired. As a teacher, all the "Amber Alerts"  caught me. There was a Stephanie, Jennifer...too many that disappeared only to be found a decade later.  

We had just had an Amber Alert and the poor sweetheart wasn't found weeks. The pedophilia man was given death penalty and in 2014 it was ruled that death penalty wasn't allowed in California.

My students kept asked about this little girl until I told them she had died and was found.  They were devastated. 

This is a dark streak that I don't follow down that rabbit hole, but today I have traveled there.