Well the 'fun' continues. Lots of angst coming (just thought I'd warn you)
This week's prompts: "He's mine to do with as I please" or "welcome to the grand illusion" or use: cabbage, rose, napkin or have a character that is being followed or "She's a slut with a capital S!" or use a hopscotch game in your story or "tiptoe through the tulips" or "Who are you?"
“Can I help you? Are you interested in seeing the house? Just
officially came on the market today.” Ben had been getting the house on Elm Street
ready for showing. He was putting the
for sale sign up when a stranger came by.
He was dressed in a suit and a tie; to all intents and purposes he just appeared
like an average guy. Despite this, Ben’s little voice was telling
him this was trouble coming at him.
“Me and my missus are looking for a house. I was driving by
and noticed you were hammering that for sale sign into the ground.”
“Sure, is your wife with you?” Ben looked to the car parked
behind his in the driveway. He noticed a
license place that read Lords Way.
“No, she’s at the church, getting ready for a special
event. I figured I’d take a look at this
house and take some photos on my cell phone and show them to her. We’ve already looked at so many houses I
wanted to save her some heartache and not waste her time looking at any more if
they didn’t have what we’re wanting.”
“I can give you a tour. The house was built in 1974, and
it’s undergone some upgrades. Let me get
the specs from my car and we can go inside.”
Ben went to the passenger side of the car. He opened the door and was going through the
folder he had on the seat. Something on
the stranger’s car windshield caught his attention. There was a parking placard sitting on the
dashboard that read Westboro Baptist Church Lancaster parking. A cold feeling of dread permeated Ben’s
insides. This was a hate group, one who persecuted gays, and they were the same
group that shot up an Amish School a couple of years ago. He fished out his cell phone and was just
about to dial 911 when his world went dark.
* * * *
“Uh, what? Where am
I?” He looked around the room; he was
sitting on a stage, his hands handcuffed to the arms of a chair. “Who are you?” The man who he’d seen at the house was
standing in front of him, holding a Bible in his hand.
“And this, this is one of the heathens we are trying so hard
to fight against their vile, disgusting ways.”
Ben looked past the man and saw a group of men and women
sitting in what looked like pews. He was
in a church, and the man who had kidnapped him looked to be a preacher.
“And it says in the good book...” The preacher held the Bible up above his head. "If a man lies with a male as with a woman,
both of them shall be put to death for their abominable deed; they have
forfeited their lives. I have seen this
man kissing another man, holding hands, and you just know they were fornicating.”
The preacher gestured to the gold Jewish star that hung around Ben’s neck. Tom had given it to him as a Chanukah gift a
few years ago. “He’s a Jew bastard as
well.”
Well, it looked like that was two strikes against him. “We’re human beings just like you, we’re
supposed to love one another. That is
what God wants us to do. What difference
should it make who I love? God is
supposed to be about love, isn’t he, and loving thy neighbor? I don’t remember it ever saying except if you
don’t agree with who he is or who he loves.” Ben felt like he was pleading for
his life which, by the looks of these people and what he knew about them, he
was.
“Blasphemer, you will not talk about the Lord. You are a
sinner!”
“Imagine
allowing a piece of text from two thousand years ago decide for you that you
have to hate a specific group of people, despite the fact they haven't done anything
to you.”
By
the looks on the faces of these people, there wasn’t any way for him to change
their minds about anyone who was different then they were.
Ben
knew Tom would be worried about him not showing up for dinner, and would be
looking for him. His office knew where
he was supposed to be. But how would Tom
find him now? Ben believed in God, but
he wasn’t overly religious. He observed
a few of the Jewish holidays. Last
Saturday it was Yom Kippur; he’d gone to Shul to say Yizkor for his parents whom
he’d lost years ago. He hoped he lived
to see Tom again; he prayed he would.
Never hurt to pray.
TBC
My fellow flashers:
Things like this make me angry. Human beings are so stupid; so judgemental. What do they hope to achieve? I hope this man and his sheep get their comeuppance bigtime. In the meantime I'm looking forward to seeing what they have in store for Ben.
ReplyDeleteOh, I think I'm gonna have to pray too. Gotta get Ben out of there!!!
ReplyDelete- what an awesome depiction of --- looking for a polite word - a sad trend in some narrow minded people's thinking.
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