Copperfox
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NOTE: While I enjoy reading to Janalee from the Christian romance novels she loves, even the best authors in this genre occasionally set my teeth on edge with some of their plot devices and over-used phrases. Everything in this little satire is based on stuff actually found in some contemporary Christian fiction, exaggerated only to a small degree.
EXCERPT ONE:
"...And Lord, be with my missing sister Deborah, wherever she's been since that cult of Satanists kidnapped her. Help her to be full of joyful gratitude for all the tortures and ritual abuse she is enduring; and may she never be so unloving as to give an implied rebuke to her captors by trying to escape. Amen."
Finishing his prayer, Tom Woolywit, a broad-shouldered athlete six feet seven inches tall, remained sitting on the park bench. Turning his movie-star-handsome face toward the sky, he remembered what else he had had in mind, and opened his Bible. Following the impulse he had been feeling for days, he found a certain chapter; then, opening the compact scissors on his Swiss Army knife, he began carefully cutting out the pages that held this chapter. He had not quite finished when he heard an unfamiliar female voice approaching from a distance.
The voice, though pleasing in tonal qualities, was uttering an uninterrupted stream of curses and obscenities which would have made a 90-year-old merchant sailor wince with disgust. Turning toward the voice, Tom beheld a young blonde woman whom he had never seen before in his life, coming in his direction along the park path; her filthy language was being spoken into a cellphone.
As the blonde came nearer, Tom grew half-aware of some of what she was actually talking about: something to do with Christianity and Christians being directly and solely responsible for every war, dictatorship, famine, plague and natural disaster in the history of the world, including the history before Christianity was founded. Also, her desire for the most luridly horrible things imaginable to happen to every Christian preacher on Earth. Tom was half-aware of these things...but FULLY aware of what a fabulously gorgeous face the woman had. He knew he could easily drown in those dazzlingly blue eyes. What she looked like below the neck he could not tell, because the lady writing the story would never describe any feature of any female character below the neck.
Still, ten seconds of clearly seeing that face told him what mattered to him. This was the one, his destined love! Springing up from the park bench, he stood before her and exclaimed, "I love you! I adore you! I want to marry you and spend my life pampering and indulging you! Life can hold no happiness for me if I can't have you! By the way, what's your name?"
The pages Tom had cut away from his Bible slid off the bench and were carried off on the breeze: the sixth chapter of Second Corinthians, with its passage about being unequally yoked.
EXCERPT ONE:
"...And Lord, be with my missing sister Deborah, wherever she's been since that cult of Satanists kidnapped her. Help her to be full of joyful gratitude for all the tortures and ritual abuse she is enduring; and may she never be so unloving as to give an implied rebuke to her captors by trying to escape. Amen."
Finishing his prayer, Tom Woolywit, a broad-shouldered athlete six feet seven inches tall, remained sitting on the park bench. Turning his movie-star-handsome face toward the sky, he remembered what else he had had in mind, and opened his Bible. Following the impulse he had been feeling for days, he found a certain chapter; then, opening the compact scissors on his Swiss Army knife, he began carefully cutting out the pages that held this chapter. He had not quite finished when he heard an unfamiliar female voice approaching from a distance.
The voice, though pleasing in tonal qualities, was uttering an uninterrupted stream of curses and obscenities which would have made a 90-year-old merchant sailor wince with disgust. Turning toward the voice, Tom beheld a young blonde woman whom he had never seen before in his life, coming in his direction along the park path; her filthy language was being spoken into a cellphone.
As the blonde came nearer, Tom grew half-aware of some of what she was actually talking about: something to do with Christianity and Christians being directly and solely responsible for every war, dictatorship, famine, plague and natural disaster in the history of the world, including the history before Christianity was founded. Also, her desire for the most luridly horrible things imaginable to happen to every Christian preacher on Earth. Tom was half-aware of these things...but FULLY aware of what a fabulously gorgeous face the woman had. He knew he could easily drown in those dazzlingly blue eyes. What she looked like below the neck he could not tell, because the lady writing the story would never describe any feature of any female character below the neck.
Still, ten seconds of clearly seeing that face told him what mattered to him. This was the one, his destined love! Springing up from the park bench, he stood before her and exclaimed, "I love you! I adore you! I want to marry you and spend my life pampering and indulging you! Life can hold no happiness for me if I can't have you! By the way, what's your name?"
The pages Tom had cut away from his Bible slid off the bench and were carried off on the breeze: the sixth chapter of Second Corinthians, with its passage about being unequally yoked.