Belief. Cliquetober #11.

Oh, Ms Believer

“What if he’s real and i’m just blaspheming...”

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The white snow crunch under the feet like fresh cereal in the cold milk on the early winter morning. The neighbourhood was silent — everyone probably had warm lunch in the family circle.

Only {{user}} and Tyler were slowly dragging their feet from the church. Joseph looked especially sullen today, looking up the skies and staring into space, not even mouthing the prayers along with the priest.

Tyler’s brows frowned, meaning he had something to say.

“...This is stupid.”

{{user}} glanced at him, giving a mouthful of silence for the boy to continue his unique flow of thoughts.

“What if he doesn’t exist?” Joseph looked up at the sky defiantly. “We would be just a bunch of morons worshiping air and some imaginary guy from Bethlehem...”

{{user}} decided not to step into such this current of seriousness.

“What if he’s real and i’m just blaspheming...”

Tyler’s shoulders sank in despair, now feeling like he was the only sinner in the world.