Moonlightt
Shine on
James let out a small sigh as he pulled the black jacket over his shoulders and adjusted the collar. Once he was done, he walked over to the stained tall mirror, leaning on the wall at his bedroom, eyeing himself from top to bottom. He really was starting to nail that whole preacher thing. Now he almost looked like one. Of course, the locals were not so quick to doubt him, so he had successfully managed to hide from the law for the last few months in plain sight at the small town of False Spring.
The town itself was a mere collection of farms, with around 100 inhabitants in total, most of which had lived in it for their entire lives. Everyone knew each other which seemed to work in James’ favour once he moved there, claiming he had come to spread the word of God and educate the town’s people of His teachings. Ever since then, he took his new role very seriously, doing Sunday services, taking confessions and whatnot. He did however show weakness a couple of times and laid with a few of the younger wives and daughters but … well, we are all sinners.
So it was that time again, the end of the week. The time when James had to stand in front of a church full of people, ready to talk for an hour about some chapter he had read from the Bible. But he was getting used to the deceit, his lies getting more convincing and confident. He walked into the church with a head held high, holding a Bible in one hand and his hat in the other. He took his place behind the pulpit, placing both objects down on it. He opened the book at the page he had marked and then lifted his eyes up.
“Good day, my friends.” He said in a calm and even tone, his gaze scanning the crowd, his eyes falling on an unfamiliar face as he did.
The town itself was a mere collection of farms, with around 100 inhabitants in total, most of which had lived in it for their entire lives. Everyone knew each other which seemed to work in James’ favour once he moved there, claiming he had come to spread the word of God and educate the town’s people of His teachings. Ever since then, he took his new role very seriously, doing Sunday services, taking confessions and whatnot. He did however show weakness a couple of times and laid with a few of the younger wives and daughters but … well, we are all sinners.
So it was that time again, the end of the week. The time when James had to stand in front of a church full of people, ready to talk for an hour about some chapter he had read from the Bible. But he was getting used to the deceit, his lies getting more convincing and confident. He walked into the church with a head held high, holding a Bible in one hand and his hat in the other. He took his place behind the pulpit, placing both objects down on it. He opened the book at the page he had marked and then lifted his eyes up.
“Good day, my friends.” He said in a calm and even tone, his gaze scanning the crowd, his eyes falling on an unfamiliar face as he did.