The Release by Latrece Johnson

I asked readers and authors to write a short story or poem to this prompt: His misty black eyes pierced her soul and caused her body to tremble. He began to speak.

His misty black eyes pierced her soul and caused her body to tremble. He began to speak.

“Sister, you are in the right place at the right time!” The congregation gave a rousing, “Amen, Pastor!”

He beckoned for the First Lady to stand beside her. The First Lady reached for her hand. “Sister, I can see that the power of God is overshadowing you right now. Will you allow us to pray with you?”

She didn’t know how to respond. So many times she had sought the refuge of the church only to be hurt by deacons who ‘just wanted to make sure she got into her house alright’ or ‘well-meaning’ church mothers who harped her shapely frame was too much for fitted clothing she wore.

However, this time felt different. She could feel a refreshing come over her and she wanted to embrace it.

“LORD! Please help me!”, she cried before she even realized she had released it.

-Latrece Johnson, Author of Science Series

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