Pastor Allbright
Pastor Allbright
- a man the community knew as
a pious man
diddled his niece
under the Thanksgiving table
testing her leg with his
salad fork
and inching his
bulbous thumb
across her thigh.
Slipped out back
through the screened porch
out of sight of the family
lit a smoke
and stepped into the
starry, autumn night.
A sixty pound ball
of frozen waste
- a blue ball of doom
dislodged from the belly
of a passing airliner
struck the pastor square
in the center of his baldpate
killing him instantly
his cigarette still
burning in his mouth
as he lay across the
kid's red wagon,
not to be found
until everyone
had their pie
and
coffee.
Copyright © Thomas Pitre | Year Posted 2009
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