The Commencement of Dietrich

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"Plaid or striped?"

Norman called to his wife, voice full of affection. "Darling, save the plaid one for tonight!" His wife shouted from the compact kitchen.

He hummed back, clearly forgotten about the meeting that was to be attended to. He was infamously known for his ability to strike outrageous deals. The smell of freshly burnt pancakes drifted into his line of smell, sending a spark of fondness throughout him.

He exited the bathroom swiftly. Dietrich had skipped dinner in favour of working on his latest project. A warmhearted kiss landed on his partner's cheek, leaving the lovestruck female giggling.

"Only slightly burnt this time. I can practically envision Gordan Ramsey inviting you to his cook shows!" He teased his wife lightly; an eyebrow was raised playfully at his antics. " Hmph. If you're so good, then you can make your own breakfast!"

Norman was no fool, sensing the warning tone of his wife's angelic voice. Mrs.Dietrich had a temper that was easily roused. Tumbling out the door, he made a beeline to his rusted black truck. The car gave a jolt, before releasing soft classical music.

Driving always left a sense of longing in the priest's stomach. For what, he couldn't quite place. Alas, Dietrich found himself at the church quicker than desired. The inside was filthy and demanded care. "A day's work is never done," the priest mumbled to himself lightheartedly.

Children's voices echoed throughout the hollow building,"Haythem! You are so cheating!" A clumsy boy wearing glasses fumbled over his feet to reach a halt at the accusation.

"I am not!" Haythem huffed out angrily, crossing his arms.

Anla, a child who had just briefly turned 11, sent a glare his way. "This is why your grandma's dog bit a hole through your pants directly before your music recital!"

"Ouch," he faked a pained groan, "Well, that's why you farted during the sermon and forced us to evacuate!" At the mention of the embarrassing memory, they seemingly attempted to cover their flushed face.

"Oh, you can not even talk!" Placing a hand on their hip sassily, they continued, " You called your neighbor 'Carlos' for eight years! His name is Matthew!"

Gasping with frisky offense, Haythem attempted a half-hearted swoon. " Please. I'm sorry, but your acting skills are seriously distressing." Anla stared at him with disapproval, whilst fury filled the latter. " You did not just insult my incredible acting skills!"

A chunk of hair was grabbed and harshly pulled back. Letting out a strangled breath, they landed a fierce kick to the others lower stomach. Haythem scowled, sending a feeble punch to their face. 

The children fell to the floor, continuing to strike another.           

Abruptly, the pastor appeared in front of them. Both were quick to reposition. Norman sternly reprimanded the two daring to fight within the sacred sanctuary.  Once they walked away deflated, he continued attending to his holy duties contently.

A girl, short and young looking, entered the room cheerily. "Hey, um, do you need help?" The girl, Ruby, was painfully shy, yet a natural to helping others.

 Dietrich greeted her with an appreciative smile. "Oh, Ruby, thank the great heavens for you." He signaled loosely to the dirty floor near the exit, "Would you be a pal and sweep that up?"

 Nodding with a dense sigh, she headed towards the janitor's closet.

The contents, an old grey bucket along with a weary broom. Hastily grabbing the broom, Ruby once again found herself creeped out by the old church.

The childish female pretended to fly on the broom all the way to the messy area she was instructed to clean. Ruby swept with a leisurely tune, watching a girl with curly hair doze off with a great extent of envy.

This caught Norman's attention. Envy was a sin, and he lived by the writing of his bible. The priest made a mental note to go over the topic with the girl himself. The clock stuck noon accordingly.

Dietrich gathered his crisp notes at the sound, and proceeded towards his stage. 

The occupants of the church made a realization of this, and scurried to their representative seats.  Excited whispers filled the air; the pastor was known for his passionate preaching.

 A shuffling of panicked footsteps filled the echoing building with unease. The entrance doors flung open, and a wheezing man paused, as if he had run for miles.

Dietrich, and many attendees, sent an alarmed look towards him, confused and concerned.

"N-norman! It's your wife! She's-" He let out a shaky breath,  a tear of guilt trickled down his face. " There's been an accident!"

————————————————Authors Note

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