I’d like to share with my readers a special post written by Author Mike Staton. This actually appears on Writing Wranglers and Warriors today. Enjoy the story!
Nineteen-year-old Raymond Snyder squirmed in the pew. The starched collar itched and the suit coat pinched against his underarms. The organist for the Milton Presbyterian Church played “Rock of Ages.” Folks still trickled into the sanctuary on this cold January evening just twelve years into the 20th century. Cold ruled in the Northeast Ohio village of Rittman, but a coal-burning furnace kept the room warm. Raymond slithered sideways, slipped off his suit coat, and draped it on his lap.
A frigid wind blew through the vestibule into the back of the sanctuary, prickling Raymond’s neck. He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.
“Susan’s going to want a warm body to snuggle against when she walks home,” Bobby Gilman told Raymond, grinning.
Bobby counted himself lucky to be Susan Wright’s boyfriend. He always looked forward to walking her home after church. Her…
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