Pastor McKinley

1 0 0
                                    


Pastor McKinley

City of Fox Hollow

March 23, 1971



A bee hovered around a daisy, before deciding to land. It quickly made its escape as a woman set down a box beside it, but decided not to head too far. It was safer within the greenhouse, where it had taken shelter from the recent rain and the pollen in these flowers didn't seem to be affected by the rain as the ones outside.

Taking off her glove, the woman wiped her forehead. It was a chilly day, but she had been loading boxes into the back of a truck and her bones weren't as flexible as they used to be.

"This should be the last box, Father. Do you want me to add the 1963 ones in here too. There's enough room." She said to a man attending to the flowers in the far corner.

"No, I don't think so. Those flowers still need some tending to. I appreciate you taking this lot to the market. The children's home will receive a good benefit from the proceeds of this bunch."

"Oh, it's my pleasure, really. You do all the hard work of maintaining them. The least that I can do is make sure they get sold. Speaking of, here is today's paper. Two more I'm afraid." She said and handed him the paper. Picking up the box, she left him to look at the photos of the missing persons.

He shook his head, then turned to the far wall with a cabinet. Pulling out a pack of seeds, he poured a few into his palm. Then he headed to a cleared section of soil and dug two small holes with his fingers. He placed the seeds inside, covered them up, and added a few spouts of water. Looking around for the paper, he found it back over by the cabinet, cut out the photos of the two missing persons and wrote, "1971" on each one. Then he tapped the photos onto small sticks, which he placed near the freshly planted seeds. Bending to his knees, he prayed. 

Wrestling the KrakenWhere stories live. Discover now