November 6, 2011

Not Now. Not Ever. A story by the Insane Writer

The sign read invitationbox.com baptism invitations. It was a religious town. It was very obvious, and she suddenly wondered if they would accept her being there. She had never believed in religion of any sort and the idea of God’s word being forced upon her wasn’t a pleasant thought. In fact, she worried that she might respond with anger, making them question her past and dig around enough to find out who she really was. They could never know. Not now, not ever.