This bit is the reworked opening of THE WOLVES OF PORT NOVO, aka The Book Formerly Known As EEL’S REVERENCE.
Aunt Libby in a Snit
excerpt from THE WOLVES OF PORT NOVO
by Marian Allen
Priests can get our noses out of joint, and old women still have our pride. I’d been a priest of Micah for 68 of my 82 years and a woman for all 82 of them. When my congregation began drifting away to the flashy new temple down the street, something snapped. If my parish wanted a new priest, I wasn’t going to stay and hang on by my nails.
I announced my intention of going on a Final Wandering, dismissed my sexton, and said goodbye to my temple, my plants, my parishioners. I released my wolves from our devotion, posted my temple as vacant, and started walking. North, why not?
When Holy Sweet Micah wandered, he spoke and lived as an example of selfless love and good humor. I, on the other hand, took a sour pleasure in the picture I presented: a tiny, yellow-brown raisin of a woman in a cassock of forester’s green; a poor, unwanted, old woman with iron gray hair and tin-colored eyes, staff in hand and a bindle on my back, making my lonely way through the morning mist.
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A WRITING PROMPT BASED ON MY POST: Write about a character in a snit.
MA
