Resurrection Sunday
an excerpt

Brock looked past Deacon Logan and looked at the woman. It was Sis. Rhineholt one of his members. He smiled at her and extended his hand, "Hello, Sis. Rhineholt. Nice to see you." He noticed how nice she was looking and wanted to tell her, but he felt that it would be inappropriate to do so. He did not want her to get the wrong idea, either.

Lela extended her hands after Brock had extended his. His hands were warm and comforting. She did not want to let his hand go. She could tell by the look on the pastor's eye that she had held his hand too long. She reluctantly let his hand go and said, "Hello, Pastor. Nice to see you, too. Are you here doing some shopping?" Brock smiled, "Something like that. What are you doing here?" Lela almost lost her breath. She could not believe that she was talking to the pastor. She gasped and the said, "Trying to find something to wear on Sunday. I am probably too late to find anything nice. All the good stuff is probably gone, but I still wanted to look."

Brock smiled. Lela had some pretty brown eyes. He had never looked at her eyes before. Most of the time, he just shook hands and went on his way. So many people were trying to talk to him after the service that it was a blur to him. He realized that Boyd hadn't come back from going to the restroom yet. Brock shook the thoughts of his friend off and focused his attention on the pretty brown eyed woman in front of him. He smiled at her, "I hope you can find something." Lela felt a sensation in a place that she hadn't felt any sensation in for a long time when Brock smiled at her. She tried to make herself stopped staring at Pastor Van Duren's lips. For a brief moment, she was hoping that he would kiss her.

"Sis. Rhineholt, are you okay?" Pastor Van Duren interrupted Lela's fantasy.

Lela blinked her eyes and tried to regain her composure, "I am fine pastor. I drifted off into Daydream Land for a moment."

The cause of Lela's daydream smiled again, "What were you daydreaming about?"

"If I told you, you might have to pray for me right here and now. I better get out of here," Lela winked at the pastor and walked off quickly before she got herself into some serious trouble.

Brock was startled. He hadn't expected Sis. Rhineholt to wink at him. He was trying to figure out why she had winked at him. Had she been daydreaming about him? Lord, have mercy. That was all he needed, one of his members chasing after him. He did not want anything to do with her, but he did watch her walk off. It was a magnificent site to watch, too.

Boyd walked up as Brock was watching Sis. Rhineholt walk away.

"Dawg, ain't it against the pastor's creed to look at a woman that hard. That is a nice site though," Boyd laughed.

Brock turned purple, "Man, why you gotta mess with folk?"

Boyd hit Brock on the shoulder, "You the one staring like you wanted a piece of that."

"It ain't like that and you know it," Brock defended.

Boyd laughed loudly, "If you say so man. Who was that anyway?"

Brock started walking, "Sis. Rhineholt from the church."

"Ole girl that speaks to you every Sunday?" Boyd inquired.

Brock scratched his head, "Yea man. Can we go? And

Boyd snorted, "Why you getting all nervous? Were you flirting with ole girl?"

"Naw man, I think she was flirting with me. We were talking and she drifted off. I asked her if she was okay. She said she was daydreaming. I asked her what she was daydreaming about. She said that I might have to pray for her if I told her. Then she winked at me before she walked off," Brock elucidated.

Boyd howled, "Dawg, you wouldn't even know what to do with that! You betta leave these women alone. You gonna get yourself into trouble."

Brock laughed, too, "Hey, she started it. I ain't interested in her anyway."

Boyd laughed at his friend. He was always turning down some woman. Boyd began to believe that Brock was going to be a bachelor forever.