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you through this if you give Him a chance, brother. Please, I beg you. Keep the faith.”
Brian looked deeply into his sister’s loving eyes. He wanted to be a believer, if not for the sake of his own soul, for her. He prayed, and he read the bible, but nothing penetrated. Nothing made sense to him. She may as well have been asking him to put his faith in Santa Claus. He wasn’t capable of experiencing faith; it was just too late.
But at least in her presence, he would act like he was still willing to accept Christ as his personal savior. He knew it was the most significant thing he could do to make her happy. She grasped his hands in hers, much to the chagrin of the guards and began to pray aloud. She spoke so loudly that other prisoners turned their heads to listen. Some of them mocked her, some of them bowed their heads. “A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who breathes out lies will perish...let justice roll down like water, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream!” She finished her prayer just as the guards finally approached to reprimand them for holding hands and inform her the visit had ended.
Just as she stood to leave, another prisoner brushed closely against her left side as he passed. He turned his head toward Brian and whispered in his face, nodding his head toward Laura: “nice piece of ass, man.” In a split second, Brian reared back and punched his face so hard, his nose twisted to the side. Blood splattered everywhere, even on Laura’s dress. She screamed, “No! No! Brian stop!” But it turned into a full-blown brawl before anyone could stop it. Brian’s new cellmate William ran from across the room to restrain Brian, suffering a few punches
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life