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The Walk

Maybe I looked like someone in need of confession

Photo by Chad Greiter on Unsplash

“Do you want to come inside and worship with us?” you asked as I walked by.

I had seen you before, plenty of times. I’d get a friendly nod, a smile, a good morning as I went to the store for this and that. But never this…never an actual invitation.

That day was different, as if you knew exactly what I’d been up to the night before. Was it the way I walked? My slightly disheveled demeanor that revealed an absence of sleep and an abundance of scotch? Perhaps the story of sinful satisfaction was just written all over my face and you easily translated the tale of tawdry togetherness?

“No, thank you,” I said with a smile.

There was no shame in my game…or my walk.

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