CHAMBERS OF REFLECTION
fiction·@gunneresq·
0.000 HBDCHAMBERS OF REFLECTION
**Prologue**  [Source](https://www.google.com/search?q=chambers+of+reflection&client=ms-opera-mini-android&tbm=isch&gws_rd=ssl#gws_rd=ssl&imgrc=R7wA3yoElQb5YM:) ___ ___ >Death, a universal truth, could come in countless forms. Mrs Smith had endured the savage protection against this phenomenon for years now. But nothing, she had done in the past, could prepare her for the impious way she lost her life. ___ **Mrs Smith was heavily donned with face make up that Sunday morning. She had the exact amount of sternness on her face, not mean, just straight enough to depict a woman of authority. She was putting on a white lace with spotted silver lining designed to make it look expensive, with just the right amount of gold on her neck, wrist and fingers perfectly suited for the occasion of ceremonial demise.** ___ **She approached the pew in sanctimonious fashion after receiving the Holy communion. Her face giving a expression of sadness as though she knelt before the cross of Christ on the very day of His death, and could tell in sincerity, even more than Christ's mother, the pains He went through for the world.** ___ *'Lord, i eat your body and drink of your blood. Fill me with your strides to the brim of my heart' she prayed silently as she reached her seat. The joint between the top and bottom parts of her legs where it bend in the middle, was gently rested on top of the pew as she bowed her head to pray more; 'Fill me with increasing speed Lord'* , keener than before. ___ **It was a Thanks giving Sunday. She had come with her family to give oblation to God for His grace. The Husband led the way as the Family of Mr and Mrs Smith was called out by the Cathecist. Though, most of the church members knew who the bread winner of the family was. They admired her for being submissive to the husband irrespective of the fact that she had been annointed by destiny.** ___ **Kelvin, the young boy under her care since the death of his mother, followed them and their two daughters. He looked clean, not expensive as Mrs Smith and her daughters, but nice enough to look like a scarecrow in a better condition.**  [Source](https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.clipartpanda.com%2Fscarecrow-clip-art-KTnqzzETq.png&imgrefurl=http%3A%2F%2Fgrimsarghfieldday.co.uk%2Fscarecrows%2F&docid=NxGjqfwUlan8BM&tbnid=4_ju8WP3JWlKlM%3A&vet=10ahUKEwivtoWCzfPVAhXKz4MKHYbYCGYQMwiSAigDMAM..i&w=1173&h=1600&client=ms-opera-mini-android&bih=511&biw=360&q=scarecrow&ved=0ahUKEwivtoWCzfPVAhXKz4MKHYbYCGYQMwiSAigDMAM&iact=mrc&uact=8) ___ **In no time the songs and dancing that accompanied the arrival to the alter died down and the family stood before the congregation of the church.** **Mrs Smith took the micro phone and thundered energetically, without holding any thing back, an audacious 'Praise the Lord!' She made a bolder attempt the second time and the response was evenly equated.** ___ *'The blessings of God has availed much in my life and family.* She began in a unique voice and cushioned it to create a strange accent. . *'Most importantly, His defence for those that serve Him has been insurmountable.* She continued gaining rhythm and momentum. ___ *'An attack was made on my life by the evil ones in recent past.* Inaudible mutters filled the church. *'It took the timely intervention of the men of valour of this church, who came to my compound and uprooted an element of fetishism hidden in front of the building.* She said. ___ *'But God__Go...d'*she repeated in great effort to calling the name. *'God being___ be..i...n...g,* this time almost choking in the name and word. ____ **She cleared her throat in dismal neglect. It was her voice being dry, nothing more. She thought.** **The husband, Kelvin and daughters looked at her in increasing curiosity. The church too was not left out. Bewildered eyes pressed upon her.** ____ **She tried to talk again, this time amidst strange cough. It continued with unsuspecting succession and griping a hold of her chest. The micro phone dropped from her hands and almost all the congregation rose in response. Their looks more puzzling than before.**  [Source]( ___https://www.google.com/search?q=choking+female+cartoon&client=ms-opera-mini-android&tbm=isch&gws_rd=ssl#gws_rd=ssl&imgrc=oVxQ5XaMsHQ2QM:) **Mr Smith rushed to her aid as it seemed to all that she was about to fall. But it was no use. Hours later, to the shock of her family, Church and the world, she was dinning with lost souls in the great beyond.** ____ Thanks for the read! Check out my last work. **[Why Food is a restriction to your creative mind](https://steemit.com/philosophy/@gunneresq/why-food-is-a-restriction-to-your-creative-mind)** ___  