03-14-2022, 01:40 AM
A tall silhouette slipped through the front door, and the house was a little less empty.
Malachi took off his glasses and tucked them away in his pocket. Most days he didn't need them, but when his morning was spent juggling three separate and very distinct issues, well. The strain sort of got to his head.
After mass, he'd spent part of the day in his room, reading and rereading sections of his bible until the words began to jumble in his head. After that... he'd gone out.
His swift passage through the house was silent, save for the gentle swish of black fabric. Malachi lifted a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn as he walked. Perhaps the world would favor him tonight and let him sleep.
Or...
The sight of Father Richards on the floor, scrubbing away with a cloth, saw his footsteps slow to a halt.
Or, Malachi thought, he would earn himself another headache and try again tomorrow.
"...Evening, father," he greeted. Resigned to his fate. "Cleaning?"
Malachi took off his glasses and tucked them away in his pocket. Most days he didn't need them, but when his morning was spent juggling three separate and very distinct issues, well. The strain sort of got to his head.
After mass, he'd spent part of the day in his room, reading and rereading sections of his bible until the words began to jumble in his head. After that... he'd gone out.
His swift passage through the house was silent, save for the gentle swish of black fabric. Malachi lifted a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn as he walked. Perhaps the world would favor him tonight and let him sleep.
Or...
The sight of Father Richards on the floor, scrubbing away with a cloth, saw his footsteps slow to a halt.
Or, Malachi thought, he would earn himself another headache and try again tomorrow.
"...Evening, father," he greeted. Resigned to his fate. "Cleaning?"
