Kyle
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touch of her breast against his hand didn’t do much
for him compared to the occasional slap on the back from Kevin did.
The snow had come then, slowly at first and then it
began to just come down in huge flakes. They had raced around the park
tossing snowballs at each other or whoever got in the way and in minutes
they were all drenched from the wet snow that kept piling up on the ground.
It felt good to be alive he thought as finally darkness had settled in and
it became obvious that they would have to head home. He wished he could have
stayed there but he knew too that his mother would throw a fit if he was
late.
Walking home he felt a chill creep in but he chalked up
to the wetness and cold air that swirled around him. Stomping his feet to
get the snow off as he trudged home made him hesitate a bit. He couldn’t
explain it but he felt sad and slightly hesitant. Maybe it was that tomorrow
he would be 17 or maybe it was that Christmas was also tomorrow which meant
presents but also meant a round of church functions. He didn’t mind Church
too much except for the Priest. Pastor George was new to the town and
something about him made Kyle squirm at times. He didn’t know what it was
but he didn’t like the man but his mother thought he was the next coming
or something. The way she seemed to beam when he spoke and how she always
seemed so giddy after shaking hands with him after the services.
Even his father seemed to like the guy and most of the
other people in church seemed to enjoy him. Church was a lot fuller on
Sundays since he had come to town but Kyle wasn’t sure why he didn’t
like him. Maybe it was the way he would rail against things every Sunday,
telling everyone how the world was slowly going to the Devil and how it was
their duty to fight the evil. It made sense in some ways but there was
something more to it, something that nagged at him which only made him
squirm more in Church. His mother had already reprimanded him a few times on
it but he couldn’t help it, the guy made him jittery.
It could be because of his sermon against Gay’s that
first Sunday last year when he had come to town. He felt like the man was
always looking down at him when he had called them evil, had called them the
demon seed of Satan himself. He didn’t know much about that except that it
scared him. He knew he was having those thoughts and he was certain that
somehow Pastor George knew and was directing his sermon at him. He never
could shake that feeling each time he met the man.
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