The Thirst

Photo by Marie Gail Stratford

She was dying of thirst.  Her throat felt dry.  She stared longingly at her water bottle.  It sat there, tantalizing her.  She wanted to get it but was afraid of causing a distraction. 

The pastor was giving his sermon.  It was a good one but she was only half-listening to it.  She cleared her throat and then felt self-conscious.  She tried not to fidget.  She tried not to think about the water bottle.  She tried to ignore her thirst but it was no use.  She got up, somehow tripped and ended up flat on her face.  The pastor continued preaching.      

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt Here. To read other stories or to participate, click Here.

24 thoughts on “The Thirst

    1. Yes, He does but somehow, I don’t think He tripped her up but perhaps He might have encouraged her to get her bottle before the pastor began preaching but she thought she could wait it out. She would have saved herself a lot of embarrassment if she had listened to that small, still voice.

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  1. It’s always amused and amazed me how preachers can keep right on going without blinking an eye at all sorts of embarrassing distractions. Great story, Adele. Now I’m starting feel a little thirsty.

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