Dreams of Passion Plays
May. 11th, 2006 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_fantastic_ms_foxIn my car, on a highway some hours East of Vancouver. A sunny day. A mountain juts up from the floodplain valley. There's a large house out across a farm. A sign reads something like "free gas in exchange for a night's work and morning service."
We (my girlfriend and I - I never see her face, just sideways glances at straightish dark hair that nears her shoulders. We need fuel. We can pay instead and but we stop. Friendly people invite us in. Soon it's the morning service. It's held in an all-purpose hall, with round wooden tables.
They have a play on the different sins, each alcove in the hall a stage. Two hours in and my unnamed girlfriend has fallen asleep on the table. It's pretty dull. They mark time by erasing all the sins they've covered from one board, and filing them on a second board. It's about forty percent through. We're going to head out. I pass the actors who are also the surprisingly homogenously young congregation, as I leave. I speak to to the pastor, mention that we're on a tight time schedule, which is something of a lie.
We (my girlfriend and I - I never see her face, just sideways glances at straightish dark hair that nears her shoulders. We need fuel. We can pay instead and but we stop. Friendly people invite us in. Soon it's the morning service. It's held in an all-purpose hall, with round wooden tables.
They have a play on the different sins, each alcove in the hall a stage. Two hours in and my unnamed girlfriend has fallen asleep on the table. It's pretty dull. They mark time by erasing all the sins they've covered from one board, and filing them on a second board. It's about forty percent through. We're going to head out. I pass the actors who are also the surprisingly homogenously young congregation, as I leave. I speak to to the pastor, mention that we're on a tight time schedule, which is something of a lie.