Daisy Hill Quotes

“God can’t heal your leg?” the boy challenged.
“Ben!” The mother snapped out of her stupor.
“Sure God can heal my leg--” started the Reverend.
“Then why don’t He?”
Silence. Only the sounds of the axe. Chock. Chock. Chock.
Desire welled up in the Reverend. Fierce, caressing lust. The woodpile. The
feel of his own axe handle. Worn from using it every single day. Using it everyday in front of his own house. Chopping. Chopping wood for his fire--
Suddenly a small pop.
The mother had hit the child -- flat hand against right ear. The boy’s head
rocked. The boy named Ben glanced at his glowering mother. Then he retreated.
Crying.
“Reverend, I am so sorry. He doesn’t know any better, and we’ve been meaning
to get him to church, but we just -- ”
“Ma’am,” said the Reverend.
He touched his hat. The woman did not say another word.
The Reverend’s leg brace squeaked as it touched Samson’s flank, almost as if it laughed and tattled on the preacher’s desire to move on.
Which they did.”
― Jessub Flower, Daisy Hill