PROLOGUE
That person makes my blood boil! The others do too. All that Holy Roller talk. I’m sick of it. There are going to be some changes made.
Water softly lapping at the shore offered a gentle contrast to the inner storm that was raging. Disjointed thoughts continued to feed an ever-increasing inner fire.
What about me? I’ve got some spiritual qualities too. What’s the difference between what I do and what that type of person does? It’s clear that I need to take things in hand and not just wait for them to change.
A huge pile of gray boulders, darkened with age and ceremonial use, appeared timeless and immovable in the path of the more-than-agitated person. They loomed above, outlined by the rapidly fading daylight.
Faith can move mountains; certainly these boulders can be moved. I can also move a few people, perhaps to another dimension. Praying them out of my life may do it--just like magic! There are some other options too.
A storm was brewing. Gathering clouds obliterated any hope of seeing the sun finish setting. Palm branches began wobbling in the breeze like scores of drunken kites. They slapped against the trunks of the trees over and over again.
My shrink says I have ego problems. What a laugh! She’s the one with the problems, not me. The last one said that I was threatened by the success of other people in my life. I’m the one who has been successful. What do I care about them?
A jagged spear of lightening vaulted through the sky and illuminated the beach for miles around. The thought came in that instant also.
Maybe I’ll have to kill someone. That might just fix everything.