A baby’s rattle was heard in the dusty old church. It busted the sound of silence.
Tranquility came before the erythematic music, the revelation, and then it was out. The serpent squirmed in ecstasy, held aloft by gnarled, confident hands. Its large triangular head swayed in harmony to rockabilly music. The volume was lowered, as directed, to entice a fresh flock upward to the narthex.
==First two paragraphs of Chapter One, Go in Peace.
Richard Milleville a/k/a Duke