February Flash Fiction: Gloria to God in the Highest

This month, I’ve decided to share some of my flash fiction with you from my book Destined for Greatness and Other Stories. Enjoy!

Gloria to God in the Highest

For the first time, Gloria felt free to wear a dress to Easter Mass. She purchased it at a store for tall women. The dress was made of lavender silk with short sleeves and scalloped edges. Luckily, the top covered her chest. She needed breast implants before she could wear anything low-cut.

With her mother almost out the door, Gloria leaned on a bookcase and carefully put on lavender heels. Such a lucky find. It wasn’t easy to find size eleven stilettos that matched her dress.

Although her mother drove, Gloria had a driver’s license. It became hers two days before. She took the card from her wallet and looked at it in the car.  Her new full name and a picture just after she had gotten her hair done, just for the occasion. She smiled. It looked good. Finally official.

They parked the car in the back of the church lot. Rows and rows of cars promised a full church. So many people might help her blend in better. Gloria clutched her purse in one hand and took her mother’s arm.

“You were always tall. With those heels, you could touch heaven and shake hands with God,” her mother said.

Gloria smiled and nodded.

In the back pew, they found space for two women to sit together. Before Mass, Gloria knelt and silently prayed. As the first hymn of the service began, she stood up and sang. Yes, she was tall. Elevated. Lifted high in stilettos. And when it was time, she recited:

‘Glory to God in the highest, and peace to His people on earth.’

Yes, peace. Hallelujah.

After Mass, they waited in line to greet the priest.

“Father, this is Gloria,” her mother said.

“Happy Easter, Gloria. Wow, you are tall,” he said, shaking her hand. “Marta, don’t you have a son? I remember he was very tall when he was young. Played basketball one season for our school. What was his name? Godfrey? No. Gary?”

Gloria’s mother smiled. “Father, this is Gloria.”

“Aren’t resurrections wonderful?” said Gloria.

He paused, but Gloria didn’t. Instead she took her mother’s arm and ascended the path to an Easter party in the park. The priest didn’t follow them. After all, it was only for the women of the parish. He wasn’t invited.

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About L.M. Gil

L.M. Gil, a writer and English teacher, worked closely with Roman Catholic seminarians for several years. Born and raised in Upstate New York, she has lived in Europe, the Middle East, and the Southwest of the United States. She lives with her family in the Baltimore area.
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