This one is a picture prompt response to this weeks image below. I want to continue the story of Lottie, the troubled teenager from Monday’s six-sentence story, who has been repenting for her sins, but hasn’t quite managed to get them all…
Lottie looked up the street from the passenger’s side of her mother’s car, and felt a fission of fear go up her spine as she recognized the buildings around her. They were almost there, almost at church.
There was a time that thought would have thrilled her, but that was when church was a place she felt welcome, and she was young and innocent. Now she had sinned, and this is the place where she would be judged for that which she had done.
Each week it was worse, as the wrath she felt grew from a tiny ember to a raging inferno with each day at school fueling the ever-growing flame. She had managed she shed her pride, her envy, and battled her sloth daily, but the wrath she knew now was her one great weakness.
As it was fed from the cruelty of her classmates, it had gone from being a timid thing to a monster that she could barely control, and she knew that one day it would be let loose upon the world. That would be a day of reckoning, not for her and her trespasses, but for all those who trespassed against her.
For now she would bide her time, give them the chance to earn their salvation, while she knew for her that time had passed. She would sit in the pew, bow her head, pretend to pray, and hope that no one would notice her falseness….
The story doesn’t end here, if you want to read what happens next, got to Part Three