Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Eight
A mouse ran out from under one of the pews. Spruce’s first instinct was to try to hit it with the broom. That quickly passed, before he could act on it. A different thought interfered from somewhere. What’s a church without a church mouse? It added character to the place. Glancing at the prophets up on the pulpit, he doubted any of them would hurt the mouse, especially if it wasn’t being destructive.
Spruce had been experiencing strange new insights ever since his conversion. The prophets didn’t refer to his experience as a conversion, though. They called it a birth. Whatever. An entire week had now passed since the bizarre event which rescued him from the old terrible life. As of yet, Spruce did not have a complete understanding of what happen
