Silver Pieces

Reverend Casey pencilled the entry in his diary: Monday; 0830 mass.  Summers.  He then looked up and smiled benevolently at Mrs Summers.  “That will be ten quid, Marge.”  The old woman fished in her purse and brought out an assortment of coins, counted slowly, and eventually accumulated the requested fee.

“Don’t forget them Reverend.  My husband and children, God rest their soul, will be waiting.”

“They’re always in my prayers Marge, you know that…” he trailed his sentence into the remaining fragments of his smile which he wiped off when Mrs Summers left the office.

Alone, the Reverend brought out a heavy jar from the bottom drawer and dropped the coins in it filling the little remaining space.   The Reverend smiled grimly commanding his glance to avoid the crucifix on his desk.

“It doesn’t matter what the intention is as long as I pray for their dead as promised,” he muttered to himself not for the first time.

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Back home after a long day, Reverend Casey paced the empty hallway and went straight into the bedroom where white sheets covered the mirrors.  He opened a cabinet and from it issued a wooden box.  A paper was taped to its top and on it “Surgery Fund” was handwritten.  Next to it a long list of crossed out numbers appeared on top of each other like a ladder.  At the very top “£570” was written uncrossed.  The reverend lifted the lid and placed the coin jar inside, where other containers of differing sizes nestled.  Lowering the lid shut, Casey pulled out a pen from his breast pocket and scratched out the topmost figure, writing “£635” instead.  He then placed the wooden box back in the cabinet, stood up and went to the wardrobe.  He flung open the two middle doors revealing an array of dresses, evening gowns and colourful accessories.  He picked a fuchsia feather boa, inhaled deeply at it and wrapped it around his neck, crumbling into tears soon after.

…And that is my response to this week’s Trifecta challenge where the theme was:

Intention:

3a : what one intends to do or bring about

  b : the object for which a prayer, mass, or pious act is offered

I hope you liked it!

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35 comments on “Silver Pieces

  1. Corinne says:

    I was NOT expecting that! WOW!!

  2. The Hobbler says:

    I love a good surprise. Very well written.

  3. Draug419 says:

    Fucking amazing lmao I love it.

  4. Wow, is he in the wrong racket. Great job with the twist ending!

  5. kgwaite says:

    Terrific – You do a great job portraying his emotional struggle at the end.

  6. Scriptor Obscura says:

    Wow! Great story! Wow!

  7. jwilliams057 says:

    Well that was a lovely twist. Pun most definitely intended.

  8. atrm61 says:

    Wicked yet with a surprising conflict at the very end!Being in a body which feels “foreign” must be so difficult-no wonder he was “saving” this way!What an amazing story!

  9. kymminbarcelona says:

    Love, love, love the title!

  10. What a fantastic twist! No one would see that coming. I love that. And very nice writing!

  11. Jodie says:

    Wow! Nice twist. 🙂

  12. jannatwrites says:

    Completely unexpected ending. Whoa! Nice job…not much else to say 🙂

    • Sandra says:

      I thank thee.. I loved yours too – A Child’s Prayer – beautiful composition. Reminded me so much of when I was his age praying that mom wouldn’t find out that I got sent to the Time-Out-Corner at school 😐

  13. styler2013 says:

    nicely done. Reads like part of a novel.?

  14. Mike says:

    Great ending, wasn’t expecting that.

  15. Linda Vernon says:

    Sandra this was so good. I loved the ending which explained the beginning. My favorite line”he trailed his sentence into the remaining fragments of his smile which he wiped off when Mrs Summers left the office.” That said it all. 😀

  16. lexy3587 says:

    Great surprise ending, and you wrote the whole thing beautifully. I like the touches of avoiding looking at the cross, and sheet-covered mirrors. at first, I thought he had the mirrors covered because he was ashamed of ripping off his parishioners for prayers, but then the boa… perfect 🙂

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