Leap of Faith

Hubert was completely unaware of the path he was headed for as he left his shift at the factory early and headed home.

Tired and longing for his bed he walked into the room to find his precious Clarice wearing his Stetson and riding his best friend and neighbour, Carter.

Driving down Route 66 Hubert couldn’t recall much beyond the feeling of adrenaline and visceral emotions that had swelled within him and the blood soaked sheet and lifeless bodies of his wife and friend awaiting him when he awoke from the blackout rage.

In glowing neon letters, the Church of the Holy Redeemer sign flashed on the road ahead; it read “Redemption is just a phone call away, all it takes a leap of faith.”

As he climbed the tower to the platform along the base of the sign he would renounce his God and everything He stood for; what merciless Monster would take my Clarice from me? he thought as he took a step…

When the Sherriff’s office arrived they’d find Hubert swinging gently in the morning breeze.


Written for Six Sentence Stories #198 at GirlieOnTheEdge
Word Prompt: redemption

Photo Credit: Unknown
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

15 thoughts on “Leap of Faith

  1. notestowomen

    A sad story. Betrayal, murderous rage which culminated in him taking his life. I wish he hadn’t caught them together but had found out about their affair some other way. A sobering reminder of how adultery can affect so many lives.

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  2. Doug Jacquier

    Fascinating piece. So, in Hubert’s mind, God’s in trouble for letting Hubert kill two people and Hubert’s going to demonstrate that by taking a third? This is what comes from wearing a Stetson hat.

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  3. Madd_Fictional

    Clarice riding Carter, okay, I get that…a woman’s got needs, but wearing Hubert’s Stetson while doing it? Where’s her sense of propriety? While I am by no means an advocator of spousal abuse or neighbor homicide, some folks have it coming. And Hubert was a decent enough sort not to hang around to much longer after the fact and become a noose-ance (apologies, dad jokes are all I have left in life).

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