Stretched…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

Church, Prayer, Story, Fiction

 

Tara hated herself for what she was doing, but her clogged mind just couldn’t think of any other way out of her problems.

Her meagre earnings were stretched beyond its capacity that to eat one meal a day was now a hurdle.

Sending money back home to the Philippines to assist her folks with the younger siblings and her dad’s medication took virtually everything.

With a pounding heart, she prayed for forgiveness in the silence of her heart, cast furtive looks around and quickly dipped her hands into the offering bag; the small clutch of cash felt like burning coals in her palm.

John Paul saw her through the CCTV and smiled to himself; what a golden opportunity, he had her where he wanted her.

Β© Jacqueline

 

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14 thoughts on “Stretched…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

  1. Oh this made me laugh out even though her situation is not a good one to be in. And who is John Paul? Let’s hope he is not the pope because I sense a spot of blackmail and manipulation on the horizon.
    Love it Jacqueline.

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