The Jewish Sabbath is important to Stan, he spends all day at the temple.
Fully armed, he stays in the back and watches out for the congregation.
He had been hesitant at first. Had sworn he would never set foot in a church, ever since she left him at the altar, but things are different now.
The job at the Synagogue is the only one he has. For a short while he feels needed again, feels like a normal man, not an injured veteran.
A security guard at a place of worship. Times surely have changed!
A 100-word fictional story for the Friday Fictioneers, which is sadly not so fictional anymore. Shootings at places that once were considered safe disturb me more than I can say. I start to feel a numbness, I don’t want to feel. Every week there is a shooting at a school or another public place. I try to fight this numbness, refuse to get used to it, but I am afraid I will fail.