The faceless face is a story I love. Its a face that is faceless. Oxymoron. I'm not speaking of the mask or v for vendetta. My story is deep, occuring in an unknown country (for dramatic effect.) Its true that people have a shadow and a persona.
A persona that we see and a shadow hidden away from the rest of humannity.
You would know if you've ever been to a bar the air of vitality and youthfulness in it. Not once not twice, bars were known for immorality. So what would a 'sister mary' be doing there? Having no right to judge, I assumed she was there to preach as I observed from a distance and 'short clothes' was the strategy she could use to preach about Jesus to the downtrodden who drank their lives away. This justification couldn't do because she walked out with a man every night drunk as a mice. (dramatic simile)
In church, i'd deliberately compliment her 'you're doing a good job for the Lord'
she'd nod, smile and run off.
Wednesday and as usual, I was seated in my car in front of the bar listening to good music.
Someone scurried to the passenger sit. It was our darling sister mary's boyfriend. 'sir' he said nervously 'lily,'(which was sister mary's actual name) 'is changing'
'what do you mean?' I asked not in the least bit puzzled but hoping not to make an ASS of Myself in ASSumptions.
'she drinks, partiies, late nights, short dresses-over revealing dresses i meant'
'shes been like that, you never just knew'
'what do you mean?'
'i've been watching her for a year now. she's no mary'
'what do i do?'
'pray, talk to your pastor, i dont know-'
He sighed and walked off. I smiled and did a little investigation on the grounds that the happy-go-lucky fellow hadnt known lily well before their relationship began. and he didnt still know her much.
One september family dinner, a young girl rushed into my house. She had been lily's roommate (emphasis on 'had been'). 'I was out for tonight and when i got back to get something I left I met lily on the floor, a knife thrusted in her stomach. she's dead and she left this letter'
I took the letter in symphathy. I read it over and over again.
Lily's real name wasnt even Lily. No. It was Karen. She was the daughter of a wealthy senator. (that would explain the expensive yet short clothes). She was a drop out yet she had certificates to prove she graduated with a first class. She was married to a canadian and had two kids (she didnt look it). Marcus her boyfriend was just a phase in her life. her life was dope and the streets. The church was just to have friends.
now what do you call someone like this? Someone known to the holies has pure and righteous and to the world as a spoilt rich 'whore' (Pardon my use of colloquial)?
I cant find the perfect word because this was way past hypocricy. But, like the title of this story, I'd have to go with the faceless face.
