Fiction Friday: Novelines from the Book

At the age of 18, I was finally getting my driver’s license, when I had been content to tag along with David wherever he went.

Food Storage Inventory Exchange was like a cookie exchange, except instead of swapping cake balls for brownie bites, it was rice for beans.

I knew God didn’t care whether I could cook, bake, or sew, for He had given us each different talents, but in the Church, the fluidity of gender roles had frozen in retro time.

I’d accepted Mother just the way she was, even as she had accepted that though I loved her very much, I loved David more.

I’d been given the gift of the Holy Ghost at baptism, but perhaps I hadn’t been worthy enough to unwrap it.

Had I a testimony, my heart would’ve been closed to Elder Roberts, & my heart would’ve been opened for another.

My mother’s home style was minimalist, her color, monochrome. It wasn’t till the Mormons came that our lives were infused with vintage color & became a sort of Pleasantville.

Leann & I worked on our sugar cube temple for Relief Society Enrichment Meeting, & I thought how much the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth resembled a glistening piece of Candyland.  A gingerbread house, without the warmth or frills.

Our fridge had never been cluttered with magnets holding up candid pictures or childish artwork or the hundreds of little notes that tiled Leann’s fridge.

Fiction Friday: Novelines from the Book

The distinguished-looking man sat with the woman who would pull the thread that would help me come apart at the seams through an unholy act.

Sister Wiley wore a mask of syrupy sweetness, but the mask didn’t cover her eyes that emitted a cold, calculating glare.

Glancing in Sister Wiley’s direction I saw, as she looked at Mother, something that resembled fear, for Mother’s new faith overshone her old one.

Like the kapps Mennonite women wore, both sexes wore sacred garments under their clothes, where only God could see them.

Mother had never had any use for girlfriends before, & I wondered why she had let Sister Wiley choose to be hers.

I saw something in Elder Roberts then that I often saw in David: tolerance; but it would fail him when I needed it most.

Sister Wiley watched us from across the room, plucking a prune from a pewter platter & taking a bite, smiling that Mona Lisa smile.

David wanted me to go to University, but the Relief Society (or, as Caitlin said, the Sisterhood of the Raveling Dresses) had me rethinking such an endeavor.

The day our Little Miss stopped being a drama princess was the day we would know her personality had finally split.

I’d never seen our secular, nuclear family as isolated, but rather insulated from the world. The Mormons made me see that we were the world.

Fiction Friday: Novelines from the Book

Elder Johnson lived life 100%, finding the extraordinary in the ordinary, like the little children Jesus spoke of.  The world was amazing to him.

The Mormon chapel was set back from the main road, tucked away in a subdivision where the doctors & lawyers of Green Haven lived.

There was no pastor, for everyone in the Church spoke, or gave talks rather than sermons; even the women, for it wasn’t a shame that they do so.

My eyes drifted around the austere room at the men in their suits & ties, the women in their modest dresses.  They looked positively godly.

David never understood how Christians could pretend to consume the flesh & blood of another human being, no matter how out-of-this-world He was.

Rather than guests visiting the Church, we were investigators visiting the ward–the evidence sought being a mysterious “burning in the bosom”.

Mormons began & ended each meeting with a prayer.  They prayed without ceasing, but always to Heavenly Father, never the Lord Jesus.

“The missionaries…well, it was as if they had found something wonderful, & wanted everyone to have what they had,” was Mother’s testimony.

Last hour, the men went to Priesthood, the women to Relief Society.  Being barred from the men’s class made her curious about what went on there.

The lesson was on food storage, & I wondered if this was where the urban legend had come from that Mormons hid food under their beds.

I knew the Mormons had once practiced polygamy, & even though they no longer practiced such on Earth, they did in their Heaven.