Standing before his congregation, exalted and sainted among men, his extracurricular women crowding pews on both sides of the aisle, he droned on through his soliloquy denouncing his flock’s sinful ways.
A waning moon illuminated the outdoor revival, bathing the faithful in ecclesiastical brilliance. He took it as a sign when a shaft of Luna’s shimmering light fell on the face of one enticingly unexplored ingénue.
Receiving her innocent smile, he focused his message of redemption on her. A glance and intention not unnoticed by her vigilant father, who began planning a preemptive “Coming to Jesus” meeting of his own.
Thin spiral notebook 
Ha! Loved this one. Especially that last line. You are such a mischievous imp with your writing sometimes dear Tara.
Also see you’ve changed your design again. Looks nice!
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The photo is dynamite, and then I read the words. More dynamite, and the ending? More of the same. I love, love, love your phrases (ecclesiastical brilliance, enticingly unexplored ingenue, extracurricular women). Excellent. Thanks for sharing.
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Just playing with words wise, this was one of your more brilliant short tales. It was beautifully written and the ending made me laugh out loud. But that picture? Shew, that is gorgeous…
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Loved this: “extracurricular women”!
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oh, I do love me some coin to JAYsus! meetings. 🙂 Perfect
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You had me at “ecclesiastical brilliance”. With subject matter that required the right words, you found them
*clapping*
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Love this! You had me at extracurricular women and ecclesiastical brilliance. Superbly done!
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Those preachers …. brilliantly told
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Love the cool laying-out of the scene. And the vigilant father… all I could think of was ‘takes one to know one’. lol Terrific piece, Tara!
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Ah, the hypocrisy of the religious! 😉
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