┏━°⌜THE DAY OF THE LOST⌟°━┓
ミ•°/❛𝔣𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫,𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔯𝔢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠❜/ナ*
┗━°⌜ THE AGE OF HEROS ⌟°━┛
.⭒☆━━━ ㅫ ━━━☆⭒.
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝔬𝔫𝔢 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
█ =|* 𝙄𝙉 �...
chapter one ▰▰▰▰▰ SUNDAY SERVICE [PRE CAPTAIN AMERICA THE FIRST AVENGER]
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Shelbyville, Indiana March, 13th, 1935
•.°/CHURCH GREENWOOD/. . . .
▬▬▬▬▬★AND THEN GOD SAID, LET there be light!”
Sunday. The day where Maisie had to wear her best dress and dress shoes. The day where she had her hair up in a pretty ponytail with a big flowy white bow. The day where she sat in the uncomfortable wooden benches for two hours straight.
Maisie didn’t mind church. Though it wasn’t her favorite place in the world. Her favorite thing about it was the stained glass windows. The colorful glass, the way the sun rays shines through them creating vast colors throughout the church—it always put her in awe.
She looked up at the pulpit where pastor John stood, his face flushed red and sweaty. Maisie never understood why he looked like that. Bucky told her it was just because he was passionate with his words, but, to her it just looked like he was constipated.
“we should never take these words lightly as gods people‒”
God was a new subject for Maisie, with her imagination it was easy for her to think of a man in the sky, looking down at all of them. In some ways the thought gave her comfort. Like she always had a partner in crime or someone to talk to. In other ways it confused her. Like if God loved her so much why would he ever send her to hell? Or why would he let bad things happen? But, those were complex questions for the five year old.
Bucky tugged at his tie from beside her, shifting in his seat restlessly. She looked over at him. He had an unreadable expression on his face. Though, Maisie could see a hint of boredom in his eyes. She looked at her other side where her mother was. Winnifred was nodding along to what pastor John said. She had a medium sized church hat on, it had a pretty pink bow on the back. She looked beautiful in the blush pink church dress. Her blonde hair in pinned up curls.
Maisie sighed quietly, feeling a little restless, plus her bottom hurt from sitting on the hard wooden bench. The five year old looked around once more. She saw plenty of pretty church ladies sitting around in other rows.
Mrs. Smith for example, she led Sunday school every other week. Maisie never understood why they called it Sunday school when it was on a Tuesday. She looked around another row again. There was Mrs. Bell, her face glistened from tears as she nodded to the passage pastor John was reading. Mrs. Bell always helped with church fundraisers. Lemonade stands. Bake sales. You name it.
Maisie loved the bakes sales at the church. Her mother made the best banana bread in town―and she got to help! The bake sales were usually near the beginning of spring when school had been out for a couple of weeks.
