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Topic: Write for the FANTASY and/or SCI FI Genre (10/16/14)
- TITLE: A New Broom Sweeps Clean
By Wilma Schlegel
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And this night was perfect—a black velvet sky studded with a million twinkling, diamond stars. Of course they were stars, not planets—it wouldn’t take a visit to them to make that fact any truer. Planets don't twinkle, after all.
She hadn’t intended on it, but since she had to go into the store anyway and it was long since she’d replaced her old one, Abigail bought a broom. It felt good in her hands, a nice sturdy one. It doesn’t really matter where you get one, she thought, it's the power you put into it that makes it what it is.
Oh, that checker thought he was clever, didn’t he? “You enjoy your ride home now!” he’d said.
On a night like this? Of course!
She took off into the balmy night, no one and nothing but herself climbing the heights, feeling the air move in currents stronger than breezes, not quite wind. It was the best for travel.
Ah, how a perfect night like this caused one's mind to travel to other places, other nights. Her thoughts wandered back to two nights past. The heavens had been thick with heavy rain. She'd walked into the gathering and water slid off of her as a sheet.
After greeting her in a civil manner, Brother Trask spoke to the group. "We all came here wet tonight...of course we know the Lord lets the rain fall on the unjust as well as the just."(Matthew 5:45)
Her eyes did not leave his face but his eyes would not meet hers again—his wandered over the other faces present. She mused that he fancied knowing something about her. She smiled at the thought that this was not the 1690's in Salem, Massachusetts. What would this brother do if it were? she pondered.
He could preach with amazing power and conviction, so she came back often but it didn't take special powers to see that his words never got into his own heart. He was about as personable and caring as a radio broadcasting a sermon. If only he did care, then he might remember why she was absent from so many gatherings. No, he did not know what he thought he knew...
Ah, her mind returned to the present as she arrived at her door. Home to my own little house, and just past midnight.
"Hello, Dear," her husband, John, greeted her. "Oh, you've bought a new broom, I see. We certainly can use it. The old one has lost so many bristles. It leaves as much dirt as it picks up."
"I know, I thought about it when I saw how clean the housekeeping crew got the hospital floor tonight," Abigail said. "Those folks work very hard. There's a lot of work on second shift, but it's a great group of people to be a part of."
As John hung up Abigail's jacket he asked, "How was your trip home?"
"That car runs like a dream ever since we had the work done on it. It goes up one side of the mountain and down the other like it's riding on air! Plus - this is my favorite time of year and a beautiful night."
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