She jotted them on beermats. She scribbled them on cigarette packs. She tried writing them on toilet paper.
So many intercessions she didn’t know where to start. There was a format she could adhere to if she liked. She didn’t like, convention or being predictable. It was better to turn the established order upside down, and turn stubborn attitudes inside out.
At the lectern, she shuffled her pile of beermats, her stack of cigarette packs, like playing cards. Not that she was gambling on how to lead this congregation in prayer for she believed the living Spirit would guide her.
This one hundred word flash fiction story of mine has been inspired by my reading and enjoyment of the flash fiction stories posted on The Drabble.