Father O’Shea was a friendly and approachable man. So as he stood outside the church saying goodbye to parishioners after the Sunday service, the ritual took a long time. O’Shea talked with everyone as long as they wanted.
Lawrence was next to last to shake the good Father’s hand. He pointed above the doors and said, “I wanted to compliment you on the gargoyle, Father. It’s beautiful!”
O’Shea looked up with a smile. The heavily muscled gargoyle menaced the facade with a long muzzle filled with teeth. Its great bat wings spread wide across the doorway.
“You’re most kind, Lawrence,” said O’Shea.
“Nay, it’s a robot. We’re keepin’ up with modern times.”
“Aye. Our wee church has been the target of hooligans lately. This robot screams and flaps its wings and the like. Scares the robbers straight off. We’ve had no robberies in weeks!”
Lawrence said goodbye and O’Shea went looking for the last parishioner, a new fellow, who’d wandered back inside. After a moment’s search, O’Shea found him. “Did you enjoy the service, my boy?”
“Yes, thank you, Father,” said the young man.
“Will you be joining us regular-like?”
“Sorry no. I’m actually your account rep from LikeLife Inc.”
“I see. Is there a problem?”
“Just a minor hitch. I apologize, but your robotic gargoyle won’t be delivered for another week.”
Written for Matthew Wright’s Mega Short Story writing challenge. Join us, and write your own story based upon the picture above. You can find the challenge right here: https://mjwrightnz.wordpress.com/2015/07/07/this-weeks-mega-short-story-challenge-2/