GREEN BANANAS

…she clearly heard an unspoken voice; “Not now, but soon”. She was comforted by this.

It was noon-thirty, and the frail woman pushed her cart down the produce aisle. She had just come from Church and Confession, as was her daily ritual. Those who knew her could not understand why she felt the need to Confess as often as she did. She was the salt of the earth, and no one could picture her as a sinner.