by Trueax, Rain
"Do you know where Reverend Soul is?" the woman asked her voice reed thin with age.
"He's no longer here," Christine said.
The old woman's face fell. "I wanted to... Where did he go?"
I could hazard a guess, S.T. thought but said instead, “He died."
Her eyes widened with shock. "Dead? But he was a young man. How... Oh, this is horrible."
"What did you want with Reverend Soul?" Christine asked patting the woman soothingly on the shoulder as her old eyes filled with tears.
"I wanted to give him an offering of money. He did so much for my son. I just wanted to be able to thank him in person."
"What did he do?" S.T. asked when he saw Christine's mouth slam shut.
"He convinced him he was leading a life heading for death. Because of God working through Reverend Soul, because of the words he said to him, Roger came home, then back to church. He's teaching a Sunday School class now and has a lovely young lady he may marry." Her eyes looked imploringly up at S.T. "I wanted to thank Reverend Soul, wanted him to know how much good he'd done."
“Maybe he knows,” S.T. said. He shook his head when he saw Christine start to open her mouth. She looked questioningly at him but said nothing. S.T. opened the car door for the old woman. "Why don't you give your offering to your own church," he suggested as he helped her back in her vehicle. "I think that'd be the best thing."
"There's no one carrying on Reverend Soul's ministry then?" she asked, turning the ignition on.
"Not for now,” Christine said, adding with an undertone, “Thank god.”
When the old woman had driven off, Christine said, "Why didn't you want us to tell her what he was really like?"
"Did it matter?"
"Of course, it did. He was an evil man. She thinks he was good."
"She thinks God worked through Peter Soul. How do we know something didn't?"
"He was evil, that's how."
He grinned at her. "Except something good did come out of it all, whether from god or not if she was telling the truth.”
She smiled at him. "I guess you are right. The rest didn’t matter."
"I don’t give Soul credit for any of it. Clearly it wasn’t his purpose but maybe if some came, with pure hearts, real intentions, they found that pearl. Despite him, they were helped."
She wrapped her arms around his narrow waist, and they kissed again. The sun shone down on them; the mountain seemed to be in bloom. As they drove away from the deserted buildings, the place S.T. had once labeled a compound of death, Christine realized it had been true. Life had come from there. Not because of evil but despite it.
The End
Very few things really end; themes and characters here, appear again in “Her Dark Angel”.
http://www.amazon.com/Her-Dark-Angel-ebook/dp/B007TRSGU8/
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Hidden Pearl
Copyright © 2011 by Rain Trueax
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Table of Contents
THE HIDDEN PEARL
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Epilogue
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