Midweek (Micro) Release: Hard Wood

Explorative micro-fiction in which size doesn't matter — it's how you word it (in 250 or less).

Original image by Channel 82

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The uncomfortable cold pew is supposed to keep me focused on God's good word, but all it does is remind me of my transgressions.

Deliver me from that feverish moment in the dark — your mouth on mine, my hand down the front of your jeans. We pressed together hard, moved our bodies instinctively, in a rhythm we would be too ashamed to try unclothed.

The sermon plods along and the flames dance on their wicks, a signal of the ever-present Holy Ghost, while I am haunted by glittering, hovering eyes filled with fearless tenderness.

What would we look like up on that altar, bathed in sunrays streaked with stained glass colors, turning us into art: Two Sinners at a Feast.

I spread my legs and press that tender spot between them into the hard wood, begging myself not to move my hips, not to breathe, not to think of you.