I met a young woman one day as I was walking down the street. She was gorgeous; with hair of wheat fields and skin like
the softest brushed felt. We smiled as our gazes met and she positioned herself so that our paths would cross, intersect and
converge. She reached out to me like an angel to one in need and placed a religious pamphlet into my hand. The truth of light
buzz glimmered from her face like a candle as I stared wanting to hold her more than the lies she offered. I smiled and she
beamed back at me through hollow eyes with the mission completed, the commission secured.
I felt the need to thank her, to repay her for this kindness and yet, of silver and gold had I none. I reached into my
wallet and handed her the condom I carried there and smiled at her in a "I want to baptize you." sort of way. She held my
offering for a moment, feeling its mysterious slickness and, blushing, handed it back to me.
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I don't need this."
A bit offended, I took the condem from her hand and replaced it with the pamphlet she had given me.
"I'm sorry," I peplied, "but I don't need this either."
We parted and walked away each of us sad that the other went unprepared for what may lie ahead.
