Below is my response to Patti Abbott's 'drabble' challenge. A drabble, I was surprised to learn, is a story that is exactly 100 words long.
The red letters fade.
No one will say who wrote the name Ichabod over the front door. The glory had left that country church long before the graffiti ever appeared. Eternal whispers persist in a congregation as parted as the Red Sea.
“Is it true?”
“I don’t want to believe it.”
“He the preacher.”
“And she. Married. Those poor children.”
Sunday potlucks sour. Suspicion walks the road whenever people drive pass.
And then the bodies, arranged upon the altar. Pastor J____ and Mrs. K___. Naked as Adam and Eve. Sinful.
The artist reminds: Ichabod gets a new coat of paint.