Two
Days Prior:
Correlia
Pierce put on her boots and reached into the gun cabinet to pull out
a box of 30-30 rifle shells. She pulled three bullets out and slipped
them into the camouflaged pouch. She wanted to keep some handy while
she was in the woods. Correlia was sure there were already bullets in
her gun. She liked to be prepared. She took a bottle of water from
the refrigerator. Pulling her backpack open, she slipped the bottled
water and pouch into the bag along with her flashlight and a
scrapbook journal. As she was unhooking her cell phone, she heard a
horn blow out in the front yard. She peered out the window.
“What is she doing here?”
She
walked over to the door with her backpack, opened it and walked
outside on the front porch.
“Rachel Grey Owl. What do I owe the pleasure?” Correlia knew this wasn't a good thing. Wherever Rachel Grey Owl appeared, trouble followed.
Rachel Grey Owl opened the door to her sedan and walked up to Correlia. She stared brazenly at her in contempt.
“I know about you and Mich.”
“You do now.” Correlia laughed.
Rachel pulled a photograph out of her pocket. The photograph showed Correlia and Mich in an embrace, kissing. Correlia took the photo from Rachel and looked at it.
“This is nothing. It is an innocent picture of me and Mich. Nothing more.”
Enraged
Rachel fumed.
“How can you say that? You and Mich are clearly lovers. How long has this been going on? I demand an answer.”
“Why don't you go ask Mich?” At this point, Rachel was just pissing Correlia off. “He seems to like it by the picture.”
Correlia turned to walk toward the woods. She didn't have time for this. She stopped and turned around in case Crazy Rachel wanted to attack her. “I don't understand you. You are all over the place acting crazy. Did you ever think that might be the reason why Mich broke it off with you? Or can you not get that into that vain head of yours?” She turned back to walk off into the woods.
Rachel Grey Owl glared at Correlia as she disappeared into the woods. She turned around to see the wind had picked up. On the clothes line behind her, blowing in the breeze were curtains and lace bedding drying in the sun.
Rachel Grey Owl thought of all the time logged tracking Correlia's movements online. She followed her from her job and to the laundry; sat outside to watch her fold her clothes. She tried to tamper with her car but someone walked up on her outside of the bar. Someone needed to teach Correlia a lesson.
Correlia walked down the path. Her cell phone began to ring. Hugh's number showed up on the caller id. She answered.
“What are you doing?” She laughed.
Hugh's
voice came over the line. “I have the package. I picked it up this
morning after I bought groceries. Are you going to be at home later?”
“Yes,but I am in the woods right now. I don't want it left on the porch. I'll come by later and pick it up. Dad is not suppose to be here this evening. I think he is going on an overnight fishing trip down at Lake Mead.”
“Okay Correlia. Just come by after you finish.”
“Okay Hugh. Thanks again.”
Correlia
ended the call and put the cell phone in her pocket. Everything was
going to be okay. It just had to be.
There
was a snapping of limbs. Startled Correlia saw Eli walk out of the
bushes.
“Did I scare you?” He began to laugh. “You should have seen the look on your face. It was priceless.” He walked over to Correlia and pulled her close to kiss her. She pushed back.
“Stop being a douche.” Correlia was a bird with fluffed feathers.
“You keep acting like that I am going to cut off the loving.”
“You are not suppose to see me.”
Eli
chuckled. “Girl, I have seen you naked haven't I? What else is
there?”
“Eli,
this has to stop.” She pulled off her backpack and took a swing at
him.
“Noooo, it must continue.” Eli grabbed Correlia and pulled her down to the ground.
Mich
Blake pulled into the drive of the little, white, wooden church
nestled just inside some oaks with flowing Spanish moss. He had been
crying for some time. Things were not going as he would have liked.
He got out of the truck and walked to the back door of the parsonage
and knocked on the door. Reverend Summers answered the door.
“Mich, come in. I wasn't expecting anyone until about 6 pm.”
Mich
walked inside the cozy sitting room. He sat down and looked at
Reverend Summers.
“I would like to confess a sin.”
Written
by: W Harley Bloodworth
~Courtesy
of the AOFH~
