Sunday School (an exceptionally short story)
Sunday morning. I was downstairs fixing coffee, listening to NPR and savoring the quiet time before the rest of the family got up.
Yes, quiet time. That is a rare commodity for a parent.
I’m wiping down the kitchen counter and thinking about the game schedule for today when I look up and a guy in a black suit with slicked back hair is standing about 4 feet from me with a smirk on his face.
Sure my skin prickled because I knew who this guy was.
“Whatever you want to sell I’m not buying,” I told him.
Suddenly visions of a beautiful wife, perfect kids in boarding school, money, freedom, maid service, more women…and fame. My dreams in youth of being an actor and being a politician and being the guy who starts the mega technology company and being a household word…they all come to mind. All the doors that were slammed in my face could be opened right now.
I looked at the man. He smiled. The cat started to scratch at the door to get out. I could hear the coffee dripping. A toilet flushed upstairs.
The man spoke “Why sleep with someone who has been trying to drop those 50 pounds for the past 10 years when you can have the most beautiful women in the world? Why be stuck fixing eggs for a bunch a loud kids when you can have meals fixed by the finest chefs? Why watch the game on TV when you can own the team?”
“Dude, I’m busy. Go away.”
“With your heart you should be in church,” he said that with one of those nasty sarcastic tones that I absolutely hate.
“Fuck you and get out of my house.”
He vanished in a cloud of sulphur smelling smoke. I don’t even know if he was The Guy or just one of his helpers.
Over the years I had a lot of opportunities and talent to go with it, but it was always the wrong time and wrong place. Or I was just too stupid or inexperienced to know what to do with the opportunity.
I’ve lived a life of regrets, but I landed here, right where I am now, in a house full of love. I have kids telling me about school and a wife showing me a painting she is working on. We go to work and we get tired and we do it all again. And it’s the best. And we learn something new every single day.
This is my Sunday School. This is my religion.
More from Short Story Sunday
Short Story Sunday is a regular feature on Vampiremaman.com.
Expect the unexpected … and a lot of fun! Click on the title to go to the story.
- Dancing on the Beach
- Morning in the Vineyard
- When You Grow Old
- Heart Shaped Box
- A Man Should Have What He Wants
- Ode to a Greek God
- The Necklace
- The Travelers
- The Shadow of Fire
- Robert and the Key
- Dark Politics
- Romance of the Needles
- The Child
- A Night at the Crest
- Dawn of the Undead
Very special, this story, Juliette!! I like it a lot… the atmosphere you’re painting with just a few words. Excellent!
Really liked this “exceptionally” short story, J. It’s really what life’s all about !!! Nice.
Yes it is. Thanks Paul.