Against God [Under Edit And Hold]

Against God 1 March 13 1829

Sister Arthur took time to smell the roses. My, My how beautiful they were. Violent red ruby flowers were spread all across the yard and their number multiplied all over the church's old walls. It was a warm,casual afternoon, causing anyone who was out and about to be put under a drowsy spell.
His basket on one arm, Sister Arthur reached out to pluck the delicate rose, careful not to be pricked by its thorns. He took a swift sniff and then placed them in his basket. It was nearly full, but Arthur couldn't help but to fill it up and then later vase the florets in his room. There were a few bees buzzing about, feeling threatened by his size and thus sticking out their stingers but Arthur wasn't frightened by a insect the size of a thin sewing needle.Instead he merely swatted them away from his precious treasures.
    Flowers have always have had a soft spot for Sister Arthur's heart, as well as love for little children. They both brought the joy and youth out of him, and only reminded Arthur of what innocence this damned world had left.
A gentle spring breeze blew in, lifting up  his black Scapular (skirt) and revealing his smooth, thin, pale legs. Embarrassed, Sister Arthur murmured a short prayer and put his free hand on his skirt, dropping a few rose heads.

" Sister?"

Carrying the sound of his voice by the wind, was Father Alfred. He appeared coming out from the back door of the church, where the kitchens were, and made his way across the yard.

Father Alfred was the head Priest at St.Michaels church. He had short blond hair with a cowlick sticking up and blue eyes.His glasses are were silver trimmed. He wore a mozzetta, a  short shoulder-cape , that was the color of black , and a soprana, a black wool cloak accessorized by a big gold cross he wore as a necklace. He originally came from America, but that was all people really knew about him. He was a mysterious , but no less loved, figure of the church.
" Arthur, I-I mean sister, is that you?" He said, shielding his eyes from the soft sunshine with his left hand.
Arthur started to let out an aggravated sigh then stopped himself. . He took a deep breath and turned to fully face Father Alfred.
Arthur hoped his face wasn't red and his smile too fake.
" Yes..father? Is something wrong?" He said with a cringed smile, clutching his basket tightly.
Father walked up to him, his creepy cowlick bouncing up and down and his glasses sliding off his nose, exposing his blue eyes. Arthur stood perfectly still, holding his rose basket tightly while Father Alfred adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.
" I thought it was you." He said with a nervous chuckle.
He was clearly trying to strike up a conversation.
Sister Arthur kept his eyes to the ground, his answer short. " Forgive me Father, but I must be going now. It's nearly 3 o'clock and I must tend to service and prayer in 10 minutes. I hope you'll forgive my rudeness." Arthur finished bowing his head slightly.
Father Alfred sighed.  He let his hands drop to his side and his eyes wandered to the roses that grew all over the church walls and then to Arthur's full basket. " Wow, that's quite a lot of roses you got there. Make sure you leave some for the rest of us!" He piped flashing Arthur with a big smile. Arthur mentally scoffed then excused himself, running from the yard and Into the safety and purity of the church.
          Father Alfred watched as he left. He then chuckled and looked up at the sky. Another spring sweet breeze blew making his cowlick wave with the wind like a piece of grass. " Arthur Kirkland" he said aloud , making his voice loud and clear.