Fruit of the Spirit

The Carer By Mazozma   Damien walked with Henry to the park where they would have sodas and crisps. The sun was out with a chill and slight breeze. At the entrance  of the park was a portable bookshelf with pamphlets courtesy of the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Standing nearby were two middle aged women. Damien glanced at the pamphlets then looked one of the women in the eyes. She smiled with a calmness. Her quiet ease moved Damien.  “Eternal life” he thought. This wasn’t his first run in with the sect at the park. However, the fantasy was momentary.  Henry motioned for Damien to hand him a soda out of his pocket. “Wait til we get to our bench” he said. Henry shook his head and quietly moaned. Damien laughed under his breath and they continued walking. Upon arriving at their usual bench, the two had a seat and opened their sodas. Damien handed Henry a bag of crisps. “There was no need to rush into the kitchen this morning and knock me over to grab a coke from the fridge”, Damien said, laughi