Day 11 of Nesting

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The Preacher and the Horsehead

The Preacher’s eyes roll back into his head. He raises his hands to the sky. “Heavy cotton hands hold us,” he repeats to the woman in front of him. Maniacal and hungry, he pleads to his devoted audience, “Before the world ends, heavy cotton hands hold us.” The crowd cheers. He then closes his book with his final “Amen” and turns to walk back inside the church.

It’s been a long day in the summer sun and he has been looking forward to some air conditioning. Through the doors and down a long hollow hallway, he rushes to his office. He knows that it will only be a matter of time before the call. After tonight, science and religion will finally find their way towards each other.

At exactly 7:15pm the phone rings. The Preacher allows his anxiety to answer. “Hello,” he demands. “Uh huh... uh huh ... I will meet you there at midnight. Has anything changed with the information?... Yes, I understand, see you then.” He can feel his body start to cool down as he sits at his desk. Nothing can stop the plan now.

His eyes open to the sound of papers rustling. A bit dazed from his nap, he let’s his eyes wonder around the room. “Where is that noise coming from?,” he asks himself. There it is again. He shouts with a trembling voice, “Who’s there?” No one answers. The Preacher rushes to his office door. It is now 11:27pm. The door is jarred.

Frantically, the Preacher attempts to open the door but fails. A strange gas begins to billow in from beneath it. The Preacher feels faint. “You have stolen our money for science,” a strange voice declares from the hallway. “You will not live to steal our hearts.” Footsteps quickly become silence.

The Preacher’s sight begins to blur as he falls to the ground. Still holding on to consciousness, the Preacher grasps for air. The window breaks as a silhouette enters. The Preacher panics but cannot move. The hands of the silhouette grab the Preacher and force a gas mask around his face. Through the goggles the Preacher notices a startling image. A horsehead? A human body? The creature makes eye contact with the Preacher. Then disappears.

--JP

2010

“If everyone is moving forward together, then success takes care of itself.”

--Henry Ford