Construction Zone

You know that your neighborhood church is doing just fine when it buys the adjacent lot and starts flattening whatever tree, bush or grass grows there into extra parking space. The church never expands the main building (or the cemetery, for that matter), only the parking. I guess, I can see the logic here and I can imagine God with His smartphone, looking upon us, counting parking spots and clicking “likes”.

that teenage spark
in the priest’s eyes…
black locust

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©Tzetzka Ilieva, 2016

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