“Curse of Curves”

She parked a block away from church, late because of the lines at the grocery store. She held bags filled with strawberries, and green and red grapes in her vice-like grip – it was her responsibility to bring something sweet. While she walked to the steps leading to the sanctuary, she heard a car screech by, a sound that she was used to. She thought nothing of it as she began her steps upwards. It wasn’t until the booming deep voice yelled from the car window. “God damn!” He exclaimed, his arm hanging out of his car, eyes fixated on her figure, “I need to start going to church!” He then gave an approving nod and drove away. She rushed inside, face red, hands shaking. That stranger may have been blessed by the sight of her body, but she was temporarily cursed.

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