Letter to the Editor
Inspired by STFUbelievers
Alice glanced at her watch. In these subzero temperatures the metal was frigid against her bare wrist and served as a constant reminder of her calling. The silver Ichthus engraving bit against her flesh with its icy teeth and she knew now that this was it. It was time. She tugged her mukluks onto her feet and forced the door open. She winced in pain when the frozen wind slapped at her face through the fur lined hood as she waddled down the steps. Pressing a frosty mitten to her face, she inhaled deeply as though she were filling her lungs with the frigid courage she needed to complete the job she had been sent to do. Slowly, deliberately, Alice made her way across the frozen yard towards the mailbox, her footsteps crunching against the piles of snow beneath her.
As she lowered the box flap she reminded herself that the world needed to see. To know what she knew. The others were so blind to the evils before them, but after tonight their eyes would be forced open and they would finally behold the iniquity around them.
She lifted the parcel to her lips and pressed a kiss against the seal. She could feel Him emanating through the cold paper. Through the words He had given her. The very words, hours ago, she had scrawled in her fevered state as He spoke to her.
"They must be warned before it's too late!" she said to the night as she lifted the rusted flag...
Alice glanced at her watch. In these subzero temperatures the metal was frigid against her bare wrist and served as a constant reminder of her calling. The silver Ichthus engraving bit against her flesh with its icy teeth and she knew now that this was it. It was time. She tugged her mukluks onto her feet and forced the door open. She winced in pain when the frozen wind slapped at her face through the fur lined hood as she waddled down the steps. Pressing a frosty mitten to her face, she inhaled deeply as though she were filling her lungs with the frigid courage she needed to complete the job she had been sent to do. Slowly, deliberately, Alice made her way across the frozen yard towards the mailbox, her footsteps crunching against the piles of snow beneath her.
As she lowered the box flap she reminded herself that the world needed to see. To know what she knew. The others were so blind to the evils before them, but after tonight their eyes would be forced open and they would finally behold the iniquity around them.
She lifted the parcel to her lips and pressed a kiss against the seal. She could feel Him emanating through the cold paper. Through the words He had given her. The very words, hours ago, she had scrawled in her fevered state as He spoke to her.
"They must be warned before it's too late!" she said to the night as she lifted the rusted flag...