Word of The Day Challenge: Rumpled
” I’m telling you, ” Alivira Rust’s nextdoor neighbor told her as they stopped for their almost everyday chat at the row of mailboxes at the end of their street, ” I saw him. He was buying a Frozen Yogurt and he was standing there as real as you or me. I think he got strawberry chip and shortbread crumble toppings.
Alvira reached into her mailbox and pulled out a wad of junk mail. She really needed to get out here more often. ” Strawberry chips are gross. Just FYI.”
” You know what else? He was wearing one green sock and one blue one. You know what that means. ” Francie’s voice dropped to a whisper.
” It means he’s color blind. ” Alvira whispered back.
” That’s right Francie said. ” That means that the Devil is color blind. Can you imagine such a thing? Prince of Darkness or anything else my Aunt Fannie. The elastic was broken in one sock because it was all rumpled and slouching around his ankle.”
Francie grabbed Alvira’s wrist. ” You’d never catch God wearing rumpled slouchy mismatched socks. God wouldn’t be color blind either. God is perfect. ”
Alvira thought about it for a second and then she took her handful of junk mail and tossed it all into the bushes. ” Be sensible Francie. Do you really believe that the Devil is color blind because of mismatched socks? Maybe the Devil forgot to do the laundry and those were the only socks left in the sock drawer. And why would God wear socks? Doesn’t he fly around or ride on clouds or something?”
Francie stomped her foot. “I’m telling you. I saw the Devil in McNally’s Fro-Yo Shoppe. He’s color blind. He’s imperfect. And if you came to Church at least once every so often and maybe attended one of my Bible studies, you could spot the Devil too. It worries me that such a smart lady like you is so lacking in Spiratual matters.”
Francie collected her mail from her box and they started to walk towards their houses.
Alvira looked down and found a little stone to kick. It plunked up and down like a gray speckled little rubber ball in front of her foot.
Blah, blah, blah. Alvira thought to herself. Francie thought she was so smart because she was a Sunday School Teacher and her Camp Fire Troop had earned more badges then any other Troop in the County.
” I’m serious Alvira. I worry about you. ”
Alvira kicked the little stone and it sailed up and into a tree. A few seconds later a cloud of screeching birds took to the sky and two fat squirrels jumped into the next yard from one of the upper branches.
Francie shook her head and walked a little faster. She was muttering under her breath about Alvira’s naughty ways.
” I’m am not color blind Missy Know- it- All ” Alvira said under her breath. ” I’m tone deaf.”