Jean Tiernay (ex_hawkofmay443) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2008-04-12 13:14:00 |
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Current mood: | optimistic |
Entry tags: | cecilia caldwell, clara fleet, jean tiernay, michael madison, nissa sergeant |
After Easter Service
Tiernay is sitting on a large memorial stone in the front garden of Britannia First Presbyterian Church, her long, slacks encased legs partly obscuring the brass plate with the dates of the chapel’s restoration and the names of the primary donors. She has a small, heavy stoneware mug of coffee held casually in her hands, her elbows braced on her knees. The plate that held her coffeecake has been abandoned on the grass, fork crossed across it, and she is watching the church’s young minister play London Bridge with a bunch of kids, further out on the lawn.
Off to her right, at the line of tables set out for refreshments, someone is saying, “Edna, we need more coffee,” and someone else is saying, “It’s a shame we didn’t have a cantata this year,” and someone else is saying, “When are you and James going to baptize that baby of yours, Amanda? It’s been three months already!”
Tiernay smiles over her folded hands. Her shoulder is aching, but she shook the minister’s hand after the service, and something in her lightened up, loosened. She feels as young as the spring.
She hums a bar and sing songs to herself, “…The strength to build the city that has stood too long a dream…”
OOC: Nissa is also more than taggable on this post - provided, of course, a body is willing to deal with disgruntled kidlets deprived of their playmate.