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Father Jones had been sent by the church to the far reaches of Alaska to convert the Alaskan population to Christianity. You see, Father Jones was a weak man. He’d been bounced from parish to parish for years, as his weakness of “infatuations” with parishioners of all genders and ages, all unrequited and non-consensual, were starting to make him a lawsuit liability for The Church in the lower 48. The official church report cited blasphemy as the reason for the transfer.

Father Jones arrived in Fairbanks in January, yelping at the level of cold as he stepped off of the plane. His previous post had been Miami, which made the contrast all the more. The runway and the sidewalks outside of the terminal were shoveled, which was fortunate, as Father Jones hadn’t thought to buy himself any winter boots.

An Uber driver stood on the sidewalk with a sign that said, “Father Jones.” Soon they were on their way to the parish church. The congregation had already paid for the Uber, which set him down in front of the church. Splish went his shoe as he stepped out of the Uber. Splish…. splish…… splish…… splish….splish splish splish splish until he reached the steps, which were shoveled. Father Jones’ sodden, frozen feet ached as he climbed the steps and opened the giant-tall oak door. He felt sure he already had frostbite!

The Uber driver earned an extra tip for carting the 3 large suitcases up the stairs and depositing them inside the door of the church. In this case the tip was extra blessings from Father Jones. The driver smiled a wan smile and departed.

The welcome committee buzzed to the door and hovered around Father Jones, asking all of the usual questions and stating all of the usual niceties. Father Jones, shivering and exhausted, asked if he could be taken to his parish house to freshen up.

The house was located right next door, just a few steps from the church. It being Friday afternoon, Father Jones asked what time he was scheduled to give his sermon on Sunday and excused himself from the committee. He had the cell number of his contact person that he could call to arrange getting food, appropriate clothes – and some boots!

Sunday morning rolled around and Father Jones was prepared. He was a talented and practiced orator and he held the congregation spellbound from the time his mouth opened. He was preaching a sermon he’d used as a first sermon at every new parish he came to. It, let’s just say, set the tone, to mesmerize, much as a snake might before it strikes. As he wowed them, Father Jones’ hungry eyes were already scanning the crowd for the ones who had the “prey look” about them: the unhappy, the distracted, the malnourished, the hangdog, and was already making plans  to learn more about gaining access to the ones he noted.

Another part of Father Jones’ assignment in Alaska was to establish a parish with the indigenous tribes who lived in the remote villages. Even though he had a captive audience in the city, how easy access would be for villagers in remote areas! Within two weeks, Father Jones began visiting the Village of Two Bear. Within the week he had singled out a small boy named Blue Otter. Blue Otter never said much and was chosen because of that and he seemed to be avoided by several of the other children. Father Jones began giving the boy trinkets and small amounts of cash. Once he learned the area, Father Jones began taking Blue Otter on rides with him. Soon after, the abuse began.

One month passed. Father Jones asked Blue Otter to go on another ride with him. Blue Otter, who never said much, piped up with, “Let’s go see the polar bears at the garbage dump today!” As he hadn’t seen the spectacle before, Father Jones agreed. The boy showed him where to turn each time as the village faded from sight, until they came to it. The moment the vehicle stopped, Blue Otter jumped out of the car and started running towards a hill at the edge of the dump. “You can see them over here!,” he yelled.

Now that Father Jones had suitable winter boots, it was no trouble to trudge across the snow-piled landscape. Huffing and puffing, even though he was a young man, he finally reached the hilltop.


Father Jones’ head cracked like a giant walnut as the sledgehammer made contact with his skull. As the hammer continued, what used to be his head looked like a crushed walnut splashed with red ink.

Two Bear, Blue Otter’s father, looked at his son and said, “The dump bears will eat well this day,”  then pushed the carcass down the back of the hill.

The End.

Fandango’s FOWC is blasphemy, the Word of the Day Challenge is infatuation, and Paula’s 3 Things Challenge words are cash, garbage, frostbite.

Sarah is the steady host of Mindlovemisery Menagerie’s Saturday Mix.  Sarah says:
This week we are hearing things, as we explore the use of ONOMATOPOEIA. You will need to use the THREE onomatopoeic words in your response – which can be poetry or prose.  Our three words, using onomatopoeia are:

  • whack
  • yelp
  • splish 

18 Comments Add yours

  1. badfinger20 says:

    I thought Blue was going to lead him to the Bears but that will work!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ghostmmnc says:

    Good story leading up to the end and the end of Father Jones! haha well done! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      Thanks Barbara. He deserved much worse, but he won’t be hurting anymore vulnerable people.

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Marleen says:

    The end, indeed. You’re a talented writer, Lisa.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      Marleen, I appreciate the compliment. Thank you.


  4. cagedunn says:

    Well done. Couldn’t think of a better option than this.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you very much, Cage.

      Liked by 1 person

  5. weejars says:

    “Just desserts” in more way than one! Well done

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      Thank you very much, Sarah.

      Liked by 1 person

  6. I think that you get excommunicated for blasphemy.

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    1. msjadeli says:

      Well I had to fit the word in somewhere!

      Liked by 1 person

  7. memadtwo says:

    A satisfying ending. (K)

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Jules says:

    I was never fond of any ‘snake oil type sales’.
    Bears need to eat too.
    I am glad that Two Bear listened to his son. Sometimes justice is metered out just as it should be… even if a tad late.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      Father Jones should have been imprisoned after knowledge of his first offense came to light. He left a trail of maimed souls along his path. The Church should be ashamed of itself.

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  9. selizabryangmailcom says:

    Great detail. I hated how he searched out the victims in the crowd of faces, even looking for “malnourished ones” !!! The fact that it’s fiction made it no less enraging because we know they exist and this goes on. Let’s hear it for Alaskan justice–hip hop hooray !!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. msjadeli says:

      ❤ ❤ ❤ A lot of the kids I worked with in my time as a juvenile P.O. were either perpetrators or victims of sexual abuse. Reading the police reports and getting to know the kids and their families, you are 100% correct that this "fictional" story is fact-based. I'm glad you appreciate the Alaskan justice. Unfortunately that part is fiction most of the time 😦

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