No. 2
She squared her shoulders and faced the Reverend Wesley Parkinson. "I am a woman of 33 years, Reverend. You might have reason to think that a woman of that age would no longer expect a proposal of marriage. You'd be right. I am not expecting such an offer and I am past the age where such a proposal interests me."
The Reverend Parkinson was disappointed. He knew for a fact he would never get the appointment as Pastor of the Windmill Farms Methodist Church as a single man. Who would handle the cake fair, the attic sale, the strawberry festival ... and the children's Bible study class during the Sunday services? He must have a wife, and the quicker the better. He was sure he would be mired at the seminary forever if he didn't get himself a wife.
Hi Harry,
ReplyDeleteI wasn't sure if I should comment here or on your other blog. :o) This could be a fun story starter. The Reverend seems a bit cold and calculating, but the beginning has so much potential. Will you created a tale for this? I'd like to read it.
He's a fast track divinity school graduate. Wants his own parish NOW, and single holy men don't make it in the Presbytery.
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