The Writing Machine

Stories by Christian Cloud Abraham

Interim Year Assignment

MEMOIR PROJECT ROUGH DRAFT

I don’t believe much in omens but maybe I should. But something else just hit me. Who the fuck in their right mind decides to send a 27-year-old single mom with her 8-year-old boy 1100 miles from Southern Ohio to Northern Texas knowing she doesn’t have a car or the resources to pay for transportation? A bunch of cheap ass manipulative fucks who just took in money from her and her friends for the past year so she could be Way Corps and believe God to get her ass down to Texas for her interim year assignment so she can witness and get more people in The Way who will give their hard-earned cash to take the PFAL class and later tithe 10% of their hard-earned income. That’s right, a bunch of cheap bastards who don’t want to pay for her to relocate because they know she’ll hitchhike there if she has to because she believes she is meant to be there and she believes that the fucks in that room who decided her assignment received this assignment from God and that is the reason she has to get there come hell or high water, and if she doesn’t, then she ain’t Corps and she can just go back to Lorain but yet not a penny of all that money she’s tithed will ever go to help her out, she must go to God. Yes, the crash the night before on the freeway was most certainly an omen which began a year I would like to forget, but for the sake of this story—and the fact this year changed the rest of my life and still influences me to this day—I’ll remember and tell you for now.

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© 2007 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on November 7, 2007 in
Emotion: Anger, Type: Creative Nonfiction