Praise Be.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 25, 2018

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Praise Be.

The room was only half full although everyone was in attendance. They occupied all the seats towards the front leaving the back portion of the seats empty. There was very little movement or chatter, more an air of quiet waiting.

Footsteps approaching, they all stand straight, bow their heads to look at the ground. Somebody enters, stands at the side of the stage to let someone else pass. The man moves forward to take central stage while the man at the side says in a loud clear voice. “Welcome, Father. Praise be!”

As if carefully choreographed, those gathered lift up their heads, raise their arms and sing out as one; “Praise be!”

The man takes a moment to savour the adoration directed towards him then says in a softer but still commanding voice. “Thank you, my children. Be seated.”

And again, as though thoroughly rehearsed, the congregation sit. There is no scraping of chairs, rustling or shuffling; it is performed in on totally fluid movement.

“My children, I have called on you today to perform a serious and essential task. There are many outside who are in need of our guidance, who have lost themselves and are in desperate need of our help. Your task today, my children, is to go out and find them, then bring them home.”

“Praise be,” says the man to the side, to be dutifully echoed around the room.

“You will go out in pairs and stay together at all times. I will be watching over you and keeping you safe while you are away from home.”

The man that until now had been stationed to the side of the stage walks down and along the aisle of seats, passes out to each individual a slim type of bracelet that is then clipped to their wrists. On leaving the compound these trackers will be activated; no more of the flock must be allowed to wander.

“You are to look for the recently lost. Do not worry yourself with those who are too far gone as they will be beyond our help. Find these people and bring them home to me, their true Father.”

“Praise be!” from all those gathered.

“For all who find a lost sheep, there will be a space at MY table tonight.”

An even more enthusiastic ‘Praise be’ followed this announcement, accompanied by a look bordering on ecstasy.

“Go my children. Seek out the lost, gather them up and bring them home to me. Rise and go off to your duty.” The man stood and watched as as his congregation filed out, already eagerly sorting themselves in to pairs.

As the last of the congregation left the room, Father smiled and turned to his remaining companion. “The purse will be full again tonight,” he remarked.

“Praise be,” said the other man, respectfully bowing his head.

 

 


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