On Earth as it is In Heaven

Sunday is slow in Brit-Wales. Some go to church while others snore loud enough to wake the dead. Clyde was the latter in her bed. It didn’t help that she slept with the windows wide open during the summer. Footsteps walked over to the open doorway. Aisha pressed her hand to her forehead.

“This is rather depressing,” she muttered. Lewis and Muriel stood back in the hallway. Aisha raised an eyebrow at them.

“Is something wrong?” she asked. Lewis and Muriel nervously chuckled.

“Well…” the latter began.

“Her room smells,” Lewis complained. Aisha frowned.

“That shouldn’t matter,” she said. Lewis shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s your nose,” she said.

“Right,” the leader mumbled. She walked in, but raced back out. Lewis and Muriel smiled, shaking their heads at the frown on her face.

“Yuck!” she snapped.

“Told you,” Lewis replied. Aisha tried to think of something to say, but ended up drawing a blank.

“Anyway,” she said at last. “We have to get her up right now.” Her friends gave her strange looks. “What is it now?”

“What are you up to now?” Lewis asked.

“What do you mean?” Aisha asked back.

“You didn’t call us out here just to visit Clyde for nothing, did you?”

“Again, what do you mean?”

“What are you plotting now?”

Aisha turned to Muriel. “Do you know what she was talking about?”

The old biddy was quick to put up her hands. “I’m not in this.”

“Don’t hide behind, Muriel,” the farmer said. “Answer the question, Aisha! What are you up to now?” The leader clenched her fists at her sides.

“I was talking to one of the ladies at the church,” she admitted. Lewis raised an eyebrow at her.

“Go on…” she said. Aisha mumbled something under her breath.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” Lewis said, leaning her ear closer to her mouth. Aisha turned to look away.

“Aisha…” the farmer said with the tone of a pet owner scolding to a dog who chewed on her boots. The leader clenched her teeth.

“I might have said that we would all help clean the church for the choir show tonight,” she finally admitted. The color drained from Muriel’s face. Lewis frown lies deepened as she narrowed her eyes at their leader.

“Why did you do that?” she asked.

“We barely do anything useful around this town,” Aisha said. “So, I thought…”

“Seriously?”

“We need to make this town better for our future generations.”

“Who cares? They are lost anyway.”

“We have to prevent them from becoming that way!”

“No, we don’t!”

“Of course we do!”

“It’s too late for them! All we can do is worried about ourselves and weep when it all goes into ruin.”

“That’s scary,” Muriel said. “I still haven’t finished ironing or cleaning my house.” The other two old biddies narrowed their eyes at her.

“What?” Aisha asked.

“The world’s ending and all you can think about is your wash and house?” Lewis asked.

“I can’t help it,” Muriel said. “I feel like have to.” Lewis pressed her head, shaking her head.

“If must be nice to live in your world,” she said. The three old biddies whipped around when they heard a groaning noise. Clyde stood in the doorway of her bedroom, rubbing her eyes.

“Bollocks,” she mumbled. “Can’t ya lot let meh sleep?” Lewis clapped her hands together.

“Bloody hell, she’s alive!” she gasped.

“Did you sleep well?” Muriel asked as she was talking to a little kid. Clyde gave them strange looks.

“‘Ow ya get in me ‘ouse?” she asked. Aisha clenched her teeth as she flared her nostrils.

“You left your front door unlocked!” she hissed. “You need a better lock!” Clyde tilted her head with no emotion on her face.

“Oh,” she said. Aisha pressed her hand to her forehead.

“I don’t know why we even bother,” she muttered.

“Hey, she’s just Clyde,” Lewis replied.

“Don’t remind me,” the leader grumbled.

This Bird Has Flown

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