Guilty Pleasure
“What the heck are you doing back here?” I was working on the church grounds, getting it ready for the service tomorrow. It had rained during the week, then the sun came out, so the weeds sprung up right after. I was kneeling by a flowerbed, with a weeding tool to dig them out by the roots when I heard him. Mostly just the broom handle clacking against the wrought iron bars around the garden. I thought maybe it was some kids trying to break in, so I got up, and fixed my sun hat to investigate. “Uh!” He just put his head back, and closed his eyes in the sun. Started breathing shallowly, and as I came around the bushes, I saw his arms. His hands holding onto his pants at the hips, the …