The one thing Flora wants
more than anything in the whole world is to be an altar boy. She studies them
intently throughout mass, marvelling at their squeaky shoes as they process down the
aisle like kings in borrowed robes. Gareth Mulvoney holding the banner; his face
so solemn it’s as if he’s keeping it up with holy thoughts alone. Flora
would hold that staff so straight; if they would only give her the chance. And
Mark Leeson, with his poxy skin, clutching the bowl at collection time. She has practised that reverent nod in the mirror so many times she can
do it better than him now.
Flora holds her breath as
Father Eugene raises the host and Matthew Patterson rings the bell. Oh, what
she would do to get her hands on that bell. A fact that Matthew has taken
advantage of more than once. 'Touch it and I’ll let you see the bell. Just once.
Go on. Don’t be soft.' Of course she knows now that Father Eugene locks it away
after mass and Matthew is just a lying pervert. He did bring her a host to
school one day, though. She hid it in a soap tin and it tasted of lavender as
it melted on her tongue beneath the bed covers that night.
But the highlight of mass for Flora is when Christopher Rosendale carries up the water and the wine, and hands it to
the priest with great Ceremony. Afterwards he has to wipe the chalice and fold the perfectly starched cloth neatly in four. It’s weird: everyone knows boys are slobs and
girls would be better at this stuff. She has seen Christopher Rosendale’s
bedroom and it’s a pit. He didn’t try to touch her at least because he doesn’t
like girls. He says he’s going to be one when he grows up and that Father
O’Leary once told him he has Fetching Ankles, and that he pressed his face so close he could feel his nose hairs twitch.
Sometimes she fantasises
about being one of the Chosen Ones. She imagines the conversations she and God
would have. She’d tell him her theory on dying being like holding your breath
in the bath and ask him why some of the meanest people she
knows are Christians. And why Mrs Hitchens who does the flowers goes to confession so much,
and always comes out flushed. Father Eugene can barely look at her during
mass, but when he leaves the confession box it’s as if they’ve shared a magnificent
secret.
She thinks of all the
secrets she would like to share in the confessional. Like the time Peter Hammond
stuck his tongue in her ear. She wrote about it in her diary and her dad found
it and clipped that very same ear and said that’ll teach you for being such a
hussy. She looked up the word in the dictionary that night and her cheeks stung
with shame.
That’s why God won’t have
girls at the altar, because they’re hussies. But then she thinks about Mary and
it doesn’t make sense. God chose her to have his baby and she didn’t even get a
tongue in her ear and still she wasn’t invited to the last supper. And yet that
mean one Judas was.
A woman would never have
snitched on Jesus. She would have looked after him and protected him and told
him not to be a hero. The way Ma does with Da. Not that there’s any chance of
him being one, struck down as he is with the booze.
By Beth
Sorry Beth, hadn't noticed this piece get posted. This made me chuckle. I loved the way all the minor misdemeanours and petty jealousies were mingled within the ceremony of the Mass. I liked the phrase 'like kings in borrowed robes', this conjoured up an image of a procession of gowns that were all rather too big or too small. Lovely to read a piece from you with a different style but still the same underlying 'Beth mischief'! Sally x
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sally. I was going for innocence this time, as a contrast to last month's grime. I can't take the credit for 'borrowed robes' I'm afraid as I borrowed it from Macbeth! Will look forward to seeing you at the next sesh x
ReplyDeleteWhat a brilliant piece of writing. I could have enjoyed reading much more. Some great similes, and touching on so many themes - but not overly overtly (overly overtly, is that a valid phrase?). Anyway, It's my first visit here for a while, and I really enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteGraham
I liked this piece. The hypocrisy of the Church exposed by the innocent thought processes of a child. I laughed aloud at Flora's reasoning for letting men have the alter to themselves.
ReplyDeleteSharon
Excellent as always. I thought it might end a bit more deviant/devious. Lovely though
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