Set Your Sights On Things Above
We so quickly get our eyes off God. Let's get back into
perspective.
perspective.
3/20/2015
Christian Fiction FridayIt's time for me to share a bit of one of my works in progress. This is a story that's been a long time coming, and has evolved from a simple, fun short story into a full-length drama. I hope to have this one done and published sometime this year.
....................................................................................................................................................................... He was drunk. Dean had come back home stinking, fall down drunk and nearly passed out on the floor in front of my baby sister. He looked utterly ridiculous, and he obviously thought it was funny as he kept laughing this sick little chuckle. If I hadn’t known he was there it would have been creepy. As it was, the moon shone directly through the big glass windows over the front door, illuminating him in all his glory. Thankfully he hadn’t thrown up yet, so I wouldn’t need to deal with that. I gritted my teeth, wishing Imee were here and I could just let her take care of the guy. But she wasn’t, I was, and my brothers and sister were all staring, wondering what I was going to do. “Is he gonna die too, Emmy?” Libby looked up at me, her light brown eyes wide with worry. The child had had so much loss that she immediately got worried whenever anyone around her was ill. “No, I don’t think so, honey.” I tried to reassure her as I turned her gently back toward our room. “Adam, please help her get back to bed. You and Trevor go back to bed, too. Greg and Kevin, please come help me.” Neither of the older boys looked real happy to be commandeered to help, but I was not dragging Mr. Superstar into his room on my own. No way, no how. This was at least a three person job. Dean wasn’t overly tall, but he was thick…plus I wasn’t about to enter his private sanctuary all by myself. By the time we reached his prostrate form he’d begun snoring softly. He had fallen asleep, of course, and the stench rising from him was not attractive at all. Greg got in front of him, Kevin pushed from behind, and I grabbed one arm. That meant when he did stand, Greg got the full brunt of his weight, while I supported his right side, and Kevin on his left. He woke up enough to stumble and grasp at the doorframes we passed, meaning Kevin had to disengage his hand so we could keep moving forward. We got him to his room, and I was unwilling to do anything more than just pull back the top blanket and throw him on the bed. Greg took his shoes off, but we left the wet jeans on. I was not going to even go there. He could deal with the soiled sheets in the morning on his own. We left his room as quickly as we could. I was sick. What had we gotten ourselves into here? Mr. Good-Guy Hollywood Superstar was a drunk. ...................................... Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post short (400-word or less) snippets from their current works in progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman. |
AuthorI'm Sherry Chamblee, aspiring author of Christian fiction, mom of six, wife to a cool dude, and caregiver to his granny. Besides that, I am just little old me - it's just a phrase, I'm not really old, honest. Check out my new release!
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