STORY

almanac2bby monice mitchell simms

The large woman, suddenly spent, threw back her head and fell back, as if the sanctified air, it self, was going to catch her. Merry scurried to run out the aisle, but couldn’t. Excellent was standing in her way, holding up one of the large woman’s gigantic arms and cradling her head. Gently, she eased the limp woman back into her seat, pulled her glasses off her face and dropped them in her pocket. Then, she dabbed the woman’s damp forehead with Kleenex and started to hum…

“It’s alright. Ain’t nothin’ wrong in callin’ His name.”

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