She'd make do with the elusive happiness. He only became relevant when people needed something. Now she was turning to Him like the hypocrite Christian she and most of the population was. Ugh, she hated that despondent feeling that festered in her belly day and night, it was never ending and altogether annoying at the same time, not having a solution plucked from thin air was quickly becoming her least favorite foe. But that would mean buying a ticket and really when it came down to it, ramen won out, she was overly fond of eating every day. Praying to God might not be the best solution for time management when she could be home filling out job applications, or better winning the lotto. The money she was sending to her sister was drastically going to have to be cut somewhere unless she could find a second job in the next minute that worked around her bar hours. Not that she minded so much being poor, she could eat ramen morning noon and night, and she wasn't a MAC freak, didn't want designer clothes, okay, she did, but was fine living with knockoffs, but no health insurance, for fuck's sake, thank you, America. Thanks to the state of the economy Ruby found herself up that proverbial shit creek without a paddle. Sins she could deal with, it was every other problem that weighed her down. Sins clung to her like a rosary bead necklace trapped around her neck. The church was a beacon in the early morning skyline and she’d headed towards it before reasoning had sunk in.

Turning to God in times of need was for the stupid and the desperadoes, both of which she was, but she was out of options and what could it hurt, she'd thought, as she'd turned into the parking lot on a whim. She had diddly and squat to choose between. Ruby might as well have for all the good her choices were right now. You got time to chat?' Sitting in the fourth pew from the front of the Gospel Baptist Church in the heart of Armado Springs the dark-haired woman sighed like she had the weight of the world on her slim shoulders. I know, it's been a minute since we last talked, no excuses, I avoided coming back. “The only good advice my mama gave to me was never eating mayo with fries, and stay away from a man who treats his bike better than you.' - Ruby Steele. Goodbyes are never permanent, it’s just until we see each other again. All other trademarks and copyrights are the property of their respective owners.Īny use of the law is used loosely for entertainment purposes only, and not a true representation. The use of any real company and/or product names is for literary effect only. Names and characters are the property of the author and may not be duplicated. Any resemblances to persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Names, characters, places and events are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Preacher Man by V. Theia