Buckie calculated the size of the church's bathroom. He looked at the tiny toothbrush. At this rate, he'd finish this abysmal task of retribution by the time he was eighty-six.
If he was lucky.
Buckie heard the deep 'ah-hem' behind him as the Right Reverend cleared his vocal chords.
The little boy's head disappeared between his shoulders.
Here it comes, he thought.
But instead of week long sermon on all things involving repentance and atonement, or God forbid, grace, the clergyman looked down his nose, shook his head, and left the room.
The stink's too much for him, Buckie thought.
Buckie pursed his lips. It was either the toothbrush or the hickory switch, he mused.
The not-so-olive olive branch option was his mother's suggestion, not the Right Reverend's.
Buckie sighed.
Right was a title that would never be attached to his name.
There was no other alternative.
Buckie was out of options, as far as he could see.
So, he dropped to his knees, soaked the toothbrush liberally in the suds, and began the long work of his penance.
Some days, it really sucked to be Buckie Ziffer.
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Love Songs: The Wrong Note - A Collection of Short Stories
General FictionA second volume of short stories in the Love Songs collection. Many of the stories in this collection focus on the theme of love and how it sometimes goes wrong. A large collection of stories that run the gamut from humorous to tragic. 1. Love Songs...
