Built for Sin
Flash Fiction
Weekdays are for rehearsal and weekends for singing; spilling out volumes of opera music was what I was all about. I’m a bard, have been all my days, possessing knowledge on all the possible manipulations and vibrations of the word Hallelujah, and kissed notes that sounded divine.
The sound of my voice filling every hall and drowning everyone with emotional and scriptural bliss was to me a testimony of the blessings I had received from God. A gift, a talent, a voice to sing his praises.
Many said the angels gathered to listen to my tunes, and that the Father rolled about in overwhelming joy with every single note I touched.
When she said my voice had changed her life and unleashed God’s blessings on her, it came as no shock to me; but her offer for dinner did. A way, she said, for giving back to the Lord.
But she proposed Friday and I rehearsed till about 9 pm against my weekend performances; had to give the Lord my best too.
8:30 Friday, she walked through the church gates. Persistent she is.
She had takeout, two soft drinks and wouldn’t take no for an answer. So, under the giant tree in the church compound, where I did vocals every night, we sat down to a small meal.
Hers was a very sad tale, of heartbreak, loss, and defeat. Of pain that rocked my very heart to the core as the tears fell freely, I was such an empath. She told me how my music had changed her life, and how the pains had slowly become history. We had a good cry together and shared a prayer under the tree; in front of the cross hanging on the church building.
I could feel the ease wash over us as we both said amen. Sweet notes began escaping my lips, in a tone for two; a small space. Savage lips however trapped the words in my mouth, evaporating in gasps and giggles.
It was there, under the tree in the church compound that I heard the highest note in my life. Stroke clean, escaping her lips as I finished my missionary duties sweating and panting. Pleasure washed.
She was clearly an angel, but her body was built for sin.
© Ngang God’swill N. 2020
