The Widow's Touch (A Whimsical Select Romance Novella) - Plot & Excerpts
Eloda found slight distraction from the minister’s word when the light of the oil lamp chandelier flickered in step to the preacher’s wrathful tone. The small, one-room church accommodated eighty people comfortably, but there was well over one-hundred in attendance. Every lungful of air she inhaled felt as if it was castoff from another one’s breath. Even the artistic designs inserted within the stained glass windows didn’t fully divert her from Reverend Tilden’s enraged-filled speech. “The crowd beat and stabbed her to death!” the minister shouted through his gray, overgrown imperial mustache. His mustache not only covered the space of one cheek to the other, but was so full that it invaded and conquered the region of his lips as well. His white collar stood out like a beacon and contradicted the silent implication that he was a compassionate and understanding man. “And her death brought rejoicing into the land!” he continued and roared about the killing of Athaliah, but there wasn’t a parishioners who sat in church that didn’t know he was referencing Eloda. He held his well-worn, black bible tightly in his hand and thrust it forward and upward and accentuated his point. He lowered his bible and held it against the suit of his chest and turned his head to Eloda. The preacher glared at her so there was no mistake made to his congregation that his sermon was about her.
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