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Please Don’t Leave, The Service Isn’t Over Yet - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a city much like where you live right now there lived a little boy named Toby. Toby had a bit of a problem right now. It really shouldn’t have been a problem at all but it was a serious problem to him.   Toby wanted to watch a new cartoon series marathon on TV that was showing on a Sunday morning. However, since Toby was part of a Christian family; Sunday morning meant Sunday morning service.   Toby’s parents won’t let him sit in front of the TV on Sunday morning. The entire family were soon in their car heading to church with a very reluctant Toby in the back seat with his brothers and sister.   The sermon in church that day was on doing God’s will. But all through the sermon, Toby’s mind was on the cartoon series marathon that he was missing.   Immediately after the sermon, the order of service took a different order. A newly married couple that had married on Saturday was doing their thanksgiving thereby making the service even longer however people always used such things as an opportunity to dance their way out of the church. Since a couples thanksgiving celebration in their church was designed such that anybody who felt like could stand up and dance behind the celebrating couple from the back of the church to the front of the church while the choir sings a special song for them. Thus, the people would have to dance past the door of the church in the process with a bunch of dancing people covering them and with the rest of the congregation standing it would be difficult to notice people as they sneak out of the church even though you know that that is what some people are doing.   Today, as always the Pastor knew that people would try to sneak out of the service as they do every thanksgiving and so he tells people not to leave because the service is not over yet.The Pastor told them that after the thanksgiving and the prayer of blessing for the newly married couple, they would say the benediction and then the service would be over.   Toby didn’t listen and he joined those acting like they are participating in the thanksgiving but when he got near the exit like them he trickish-ly danced his way out of the church. He figured that he would text his parents and tell them that he is at home so they wouldn’t bother looking for him after the church service officially closes.   When Toby gets outside he forgot to look both ways before crossing the road. He only looked one way and he ended up getting rammed by a car.   The next time Toby opened his eyes he was on a hospital bed with the doctor his parents and his brothers and sister looking at him.   Then his mother opened her mouth and said, “You almost succeeded in watching the cartoon on the other side. Aren’t you grateful that you didn’t?”
The End.

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