Six Sentence Sunday - The Prophet and the Crown II: Descent
Almost as mind rending as those
terrible vignettes of torture that Mary refused to see anymore was the voice
that rose and fell in a singsong, drawing ever closer from behind.The voice itself was warm and inviting, as
sweet as a kindly preacher praying earnestly for your soul.But the man – no the Beast – that uttered
those gently spoken words was no preacher.Not even close.
He sang out, “Mary, Mary, quite
contrary.Are you here, my lovely little