Collector
It began when three-year-old Jerry watched Father drop Mother to her knees by raising an eyebrow. His developing personhood vibrated knowing that Father could exert domain over Mother so easily. Jerry’s being glows watching Father’s sway over his congregants. He notices it is only over females — and children. He spies through the peephole, into Father’s special church basement room.
Jerry has his own church now; his own special church basement room. His sermons prime the women and children. He gets into their heads first, then their bodies. Their souls then migrate out of them — held captive in his collection.
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This image creeps the heck out of me. Can you tell?
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the host of Friday Fictioneers.
Tao-Talk 
Did I notice …. Lisa…. yes just a bit 😀😀
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:) Thanks, Willow. I don’t think I could have written anything else to this image.
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That’s really scary, Lisa! 👍👻
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Yes it is. Thanks, Yasan.
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Powerful and terrible stuff, Lisa
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Thank you, Neil. The image has bad juju.
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Well that’s just horrific. Sounds like it’s time for another man to come in and rescue this “church,” perhaps with a shotgun.
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