Big-Name Border Battle
You know those jobs that you figure will take a couple of hours? Tops? Then you can get on with what you really want to do? Like take a walk, or fish, or binge-watch mermaids or spaceships.
Or, hey! I know!
Write some new words already!!!
One of those jobs where that still, small voice in the back of your head nags you and says it's probably not gonna time out the way you think…?
This is one of those times…
We moved into our current home about ten years ago. We're painting the main living spaces for the first time since moving in. We were happy with what the previous owners had picked, so much so that we purchased from them and left much of the décor they had hanging in our new-to-us "Game Room."
This room was at one point a garage, and those owners converted it into livable square footage and wired it for sound—quite literally. Half of the room held a pool table and later swapped that for a ping pong table. Both tables mostly housed clutter or some ongoing project. You know, like a treadmill often turns into a closet of sorts.
The other half of the Game Room boasted an enormous wall of built-in shelves holding archaic video and sound equipment left as a "housewarming" by the previous owners. Surround sound speakers hung high in all the corners, wired to the main system. We didn't use this equipment, and it mostly housed spiders.
We enjoyed most of the art left on the walls—old-time movie prints and artwork of movie reels and old-fashioned popcorn containers. We added our own Marvel and DC movie-themed items. The ceiling was even painted black to absorb extra light for those all-fun movie nights.
Scripture’s momma always told him he’d do great things. And do great things he did… Laugh. Cry. Or, maybe don’t laugh quite yet, as Scripture Jennings lets you peek into his world for an afternoon or two…
First printed in Issue #8 of Pulphouse Fiction Magazine and edited by Dean Wesley Smith, Leftovers features one of B.A. Paul’s most memorable characters.
Once in a while, the good people of Hickory Hills asked Scripture Jennings for his help.
And Scripture was always happy to help.
Scripture walked down Main Street to the tiny stone funeral parlor. Gwen had called him the night before with a job. It had been a while since anyone had called him with work, but the little town of Hickory Hills didn’t have many jobs for someone like Scripture.
Colorful pastel flags indicating the weekend of the Rainbow Run decked the rooftops up and down Main. Scripture paused for a moment, put his hands deep into his overall pockets, and gazed at the dancing flags. The residents would line the streets and throw colored powder all over each other and high into the air as they ran, skipped, and walked all over downtown Hickory.
Scripture’s momma hadn’t had the means to keep him in school. Scripture dropped out to help take care of his momma after she fell sick with the cancer. Since she died, he lived meagerly in their family home at the far edge of town and depended on a small trust she’d set up for him for his adulthood.
His momma did teach him how to be kind and caring and to work hard. “You’re gonna do great things, Scripture Jennings, when you don’t have to look after this old bag of bones any more. You’re gonna do great things.”
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Beth's passion for writing started in grade school with an epic outer space adventure scribbled on 158 sheets of wide-ruled notebook paper with not-sharp-enough pencils. That manuscript was lost in a basement flood.
Thirty years, marriage, two kids and several dogs later, she's garnered enough story fodder to resurrect her passion—and this time she backs up her work!
She currently resides in Indiana with her family and a couple of meowing fur babies who enjoy walking across her keyboard.