The Reverend Caruthers

For my contribution to his week's Friday Fictioneers I've taken the liberty of changing the spinet in Jan W. Field's picture prompt into an organ! 

Thanks for hosting Rochelle.



As the faithful few finish their random rendition of Be Not Afraid, Miss Pargiter sits back after another battle with the ancient wheezing organ.

Standing in his pulpit, the Reverend Caruthers surveys the congregation which braces itself in nervous anticipation.

"Beware the temptations of the flesh" he hisses.

Then as the veins in his forehead bulge, he explodes, spitting like a venomous snake.

“Fornication, drunkenness” he bellows. “Let not Satan determine your destiny”

Old Bill visibly shrinks. Miss Mazy’s cheeks blush crimson.

After ten minutes of pointing, thumping and ranting, the sermon is over.

Miss Pargiter  accompanies the final rousing hymn, Peace, perfect peace, in this dark world of sin.

Amen.