Kelly rubbed her arms faster. It worked. Within seconds, his green fleece jacket was wrapped around her shoulders, his warmth settling instantly on her skin. She shivered.
“Still cold?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Thank you,” she said. She knew it pleased him, even though he was stamping his feet, rubbing his hands together. “I didn’t think it would be so cold,” she said. “That sun’s weaker than it looks.”
He frowned. “The sun is never weak. Only people are.”
Kelly’s heart sank. “Of course,” she muttered.
She scrabbled round her mind for something to say, to get back on course. “It’s just, my faith. It hasn’t been so strong lately.”
He turned to her, his eyes warm again. “That’s why we’re here. There’s nothing like being in nature to feel the immensity of His Love. This was a good idea Kelly.” He squeezed her arm and she wished away the images that came up whenever Todd said the word Love. Her mind did as she wished, gave her an image of barbequed sausages instead. She laughed. She could feel Todd’s eyes on her. “I think I just connected to the joy of the Holy Spirit!”
“Really?” Todd asked. She nodded.
Todd raised his palms to the sky. “Praise Jesus!” he shouted, as he punched the air. The hem of his shirt rode up, revealing skin.
“Praise God!” Kelly yelled.
She closed her eyes and sent off a prayer. That shirt’s coming off, whether you like it or not.
(Prompt from showmeyourlits.com)