Blackwater Lights (2013)
“The building had once been painted white but was now a faded, ashen gray, with paint flaking and peeling off in strips. The steeple dripped with layers of pigeon droppings, and the stained-glass windows had gone grimy and dark.
The doorknob was a tarnished brass lion head. When Ray reached for it, the door opened and swung inward.
A burly black man stepped into view. His hair stuck out in pointy, inch-long dreadlocks. The guy who had been driving the white Cadillac in the parade.
“Can I help yo...u?” he asked. No trace of a West Virginia accent. A definite East Coast Yankee.
Ray smiled. “I saw your sign, in the parade. I thought I’d come to check out the church.” He tried to see through the doorway, but it was dark inside.
“Services are over for the day.” His eyes were cold. He crossed his thick, muscled arms.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Ray said. “Well, is the church open? Is it okay if I just sit for a little while, since I drove out here? Just to pray for bit?”
“I’m sorry.”MoreLess
The doorknob was a tarnished brass lion head. When Ray reached for it, the door opened and swung inward.
A burly black man stepped into view. His hair stuck out in pointy, inch-long dreadlocks. The guy who had been driving the white Cadillac in the parade.
“Can I help yo...u?” he asked. No trace of a West Virginia accent. A definite East Coast Yankee.
Ray smiled. “I saw your sign, in the parade. I thought I’d come to check out the church.” He tried to see through the doorway, but it was dark inside.
“Services are over for the day.” His eyes were cold. He crossed his thick, muscled arms.
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Ray said. “Well, is the church open? Is it okay if I just sit for a little while, since I drove out here? Just to pray for bit?”
“I’m sorry.”MoreLess
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