“Adun, you can’t be serious!” Mrs. Orou exclaimed.
“Maman, all it needs is a good washing and cleaning and it’ll look as good as new,” her son replied.
“Father Desjardins can’t ride in that.”
Adun grimaced. “He’s a priest, not God Almighty.”
“Don’t you give me any sass, Adun Orou. Father Desjardins is a man of God. You be respectful when you speak of him. Now, go and ask Mr. Dossou at the car dealership if he has a vehicle you can use.”
“But, Maman–”
“Go on now.”
He stalked off, fuming.
“Lord, have mercy on that boy’s soul.”
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.
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Loving the names in this one. Good story.
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The story takes place in Benin so I had to google the names. Am happy that you love them 🙂 Thanks, Mason.
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That’s great. Well done for doing the research. It helped make a cohesive story.
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Thanks, Mason 🙂 I love doing research. It helps to make the stories authentic.
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Me too. You can learn such fun things as well as make the story better.
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You’re right, Mason. You do learn a lot of fun things in the process and it does make the story better 🙂
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Writing is so much fun!
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Yes, it is!
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Benin… the one who bought my house came from there. Gave me so much grief, I’d love to gift him this van…
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I’m sorry to hear about your unpleasant experience, Dale.
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He is a piece of work and unfortunately, I moved just around the corner…
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Oh, Dear 😦
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Good story. I remember the church I attended as a child. Our minister had this really old, rust bucket car from the 50’s (I think). It looked horrible and sounded worse. You could always tell when he was coming for a visit as you could hear it a mile away. So, the church decided he needed a new car and got one for him. He graciously accepted the gift. Parked the new car in the parsonage garage. There, it sat. He still drove the rust bucket. When asked why, he would say that God had blessed him with a vehicle that worked so why get a new one he didn’t need. He was happy with his old car. He was a simple man of God, content that he had food to eat, a roof, and his old rust bucket he named Sadie. In fact, I remember learning to drive in that old car… and that was in the late 80’s.
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Thanks, Bear. And thanks for sharing such a wonderful and inspiring story. I like the priest’s humility. Good for him. He saw the old car as a blessing from God and that made it far more valuable than the new car. I think Father Desjardins would have been quite content to ride in Adun’s vehicle as long as it was cleaned up, of course.
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Dear Adele,
I could just hear the conversation. I remember a rust bucket of a van my husband bought thinking he’d make a camper of it. Never happened. Boys never grow up. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
I could hear it too as I wrote it 🙂 That’s amusing about your hubby, so proud of his purchase only to find out that his dream of making it into a camper wasn’t going to happen. Poor guy.
Shalom,
Adele
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Great take. I agree with Adun, but that’s just me.
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Thanks. A lot of people would agree with him too 🙂
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This conversation could easily have taken place in my house! Very easy to imagine 🙂
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I’ve heard it too 🙂 And it’s funny how we were called by all of our given names whenever we were in trouble.
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That dialogue is perfect, I can hear them talk. Great story.
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Thanks, GH 🙂
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Well, I can see both their points of view … 😉
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