Story Starter M6

So there I was, stuck in Boston with nothing to do. My parents were out visiting an old friend and had given me leave to explore a bit. There were many things to look at, but very few things for a girl my age to do.

By and by, I passed a magnificent old church, colorful, aged, yet neat. Intrigued, I sauntered through the open door. A quaint old woman bent over with a dusting brush, furiously eliminating every speck of dust from the pews. She beamed at me, “Have you ever been here before, young lady?”

“No ma’am.” I replied. She gave me a mysterious look, “Have you heard of our angel, then?”

My face must have showed my surprise, for the woman laughed. “Yes ma’am, an angel comes here every Sunday and sings a sweet song for us, that she does!”

This woman was daft no doubt, but the thought pestered me. So on Saturday when my parents were discussing which church to visit, I spoke up. That’s how it happened that we were in the same pew that the old woman had been cleaning. She saw me, and gave a wry smile. I grinned back. The clock struck ten A.M. The whole congregation ceased their conversation. From the very rafters seemed to ring a lovely voice of a young lady. I nearly fell off my seat. Her voice encircled around us, and made me feel as if I were floating. The pitch and tone was perfect, with not a fault to behold. As the song came to an end, I thought that maybe Boston wouldn’t be so boring after all!

Suggestions:

-The “angel” is a young street girl, who has found an entrance to under the platform where the podium is. She was shy, and rather liked the mystery of it all.

-To get more tithes on Sundays, the pastor hired a young singer to pretend to be an angel every Sunday.