Scenes, skits and silly musings

[somethingelseishere]

His double life was finally catching up to him. Driving fifty or more miles away several times a week
to be somebody else and live out their sinful desires was taking its toll. The hookers, coke, booze; it all
added up to one big blurry nightmare and he was feeling it hard! Something had to give, and soon.

That gun tasted like righteous reward as it rested on his quivering tongue. Sitting in his dimly lit office he knew
this was his only play for true redemption. Even if it meant eternal damnation. His finger snug against the
trigger, eyes closed and tears streaming; his heart beat out a sad, broken rhythm as his final moments
neared. Click. Empty chamber. It still sent shockwaves through his entire body. Sweat now mixing with
those tears. A dry run just to see if he had it in him. Maybe he did. No way to know for certain until that
baby was loaded and ready to go. He sat there holding that barrel in his mouth as his mind splintered
into panicked thoughts. A loud knock on his door brought him back. 

"We're ready to start!" said a woman's voice from the hall.


Methodist pastor Bob Waters was due for his Sunday night sermon. This was gonna be a rough one.