WHO : Molly Sue Ashwood and OPEN.
WHAT : Church for lunch.
WHERE : Church.
WHEN : Lunchtime.
STATUS : Thread/Incomplete.
RATING : TBA.

What did it matter what people thought?

Oh. It mattered all right. A good portion of Molly's work revolved around how much people cared about the silly, unimportant frivolities of life. Hers was a smash-hit column. Often, she'd be walking through the town and catch brief conversations. It seemed everyone had something to say about her articles, whether bad or good things. That didn't matter. It wasn't important as to whether people considered her articles to be good or bad.

What mattered was that they still considered it.

In the world of media, there was no such thing as bad publicity. If two articles were published in the same paper, one right next to the other, and the one that got the people talking the most was yours, you were considered the victor. If it got people talking, thinking, reacting, you did your job, and you did it damn well.

Molly's eyes were a tad bit on the reddish side today as she stood motionless in front of the church. She wasn't ever much into church, though she had the morality of the Mother of God practically. Still, she thought it all to be a bit of a farce, a circus, an act. She knew just about all the dirty secrets of those who attended service, and in truth, very few people were free of sin. Not that she was one to judge. But still, it was a farce to pretend to be someone you weren't, at least in the eyes of God.

And the best part about it was that she considered herself to be among those people. She hid herself from the world and posed as someone else to write her articles. She attended service, because it was expected of her. She was a go-getter but only in her mind.

Inhaling another breath of the sweet rosemary leaf she held in her hands, Molly knew she wouldn't be able to walk into the church. It was lunchtime. And food was in the opposite direction.