A Shift of Thought
by Sinmisola Ogúnyinka
Nothing about the little girl by the roadside revealed she could possess any powers, real or imagined. She held a pan and received coins from passersby. Christian Novach waited just a few seconds at the red light, his mind pre-occupied by the events of the morning. A business proposal with so much prospect, he could hardly sit still in his 2019 Ford Escape. They would get back today, and that made it all the more anticipated. He would make a lot of money going forward if, only if this multi-national would buy into his marketing plan. They had the astounding database he needed.
The girl moved closer and her golden eyes caught Christian’s attention.
“Save the souls in Africa and be free,” she said in what came across as a European accent.
She wasn’t dirty or hungry looking. Definitely, she chose to do this for the cause, a girl who couldn’t be more than eight years old, yet her eyes seemed old. It was unusual for him. In fact, he never gave to anyone with two good hands and feet. He put them to work instead, regardless of their reason to beg. But this girl had eyes like golden flames, which matched her long, flowy hair. Christian dug out a dollar from the pocket of his coat where several higher notes spilled out and wound down the window. He put it out and her hand brushed his as she collected the dollar.
“Thank you. Nothing is too little, and may your God repay you in the same measure.”
The lights changed and Christian had to move on. But the girl’s words haunted him. In the same measure? No way did he want the same measure of a dollar. His mind roamed to the parables of the mustard seed, and the widow’s mite and he pushed those thoughts away. He did not want same measure of a dollar!
But he thought it was what he got when the verdict for his proposal came in. Out of his five points of reference, only one was approved, the least profitable. Christian moaned. Would things have been different if he’d given the $5 bill his hand touched initially? Had God answered his prayers for a miracle, an angel to go ahead and touch stony hearts?
Was his heart the stony one?
About the Author
Sinmisola Ogúnyinka is a pastor’s wife, mother, writer and movie producer. She has a university degree in Economics and is a Craftsman of Jerry B. Jenkins’ former Christian Writers’
Guild. Sinmi, as she is fondly called, blogs, teaches writing, and writes. She also has a day job in customer service. Sinmi lives with her family in Philadelphia, PA.
You can read her “Flash Fiction” column on the 4th Tuesday each month here at Pandora’s Box Gazette.