I wrote a ‘banker’ first thing this morning for this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge, in the hope I’d get better inspiration later today. I didn’t, and since we’re on the river and about to move out of range of the network, it’s this or nothing, I’m afraid. 😦
‘Attendance a hundred percent up on last week’, observed Father Simeon with pleasure. And better still, both were sitting in the same pew, sparing him the exertion of swivelling his head from one side of the church to the other.
Inspired, he preached robustly, before descending from the pulpit to greet his flock.
As he seized the hand of the woman nearest the aisle, she toppled sideways, stone-dead and probably, he deduced, had been so afflicted since last Sunday.
The other parishioner screamed.
Father Simeon raised a silent prayer of thanksgiving before turning his attention to her.
“The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away,” he said, “Welcome.”