Jeter's Lament

by Jason Kranzusch

His grandfather's property was not an oasis; the trips out there didn't really relieve his mind. Jeter's existence was a rhythm of sadness: he missed Frank, he wanted to reconnect with his wife, and, as much as he did not want to admit it, Grandy Paul's farm was a lousy substitute for Sundays at church. His absence on the deacon board was much more painful due to the loss of comradery than for any loss of position or reputation. He felt like a ghost at work, as people seemed to look right through him. He missed the faith that failed him, the church he wanted nothing to do with and the God in whom he no longer believed. The weeks flowed like muddy water.


Jason Kranzusch likes buffalo wings, blues music and basketball. He blogs at axegrinder and occasionally writes short stories at Poboy Muse.

1 comment:

Madame Goodrich said...

I wonder about Jeter....what happened to make his weeks flow loke muddy water, a disconnect with his wife, who is Frank and how does one exist without faith?

This was very thought provoking. Thanks.