Meeting — Part 1 of ?? (Working title)

I pulled into the parking lot of the church, trying to stifle the tickle of a feeling that I wasn’t at the right place. There were only two other cars in the parking lot and they were empty. Granted, I was early — 15 minutes early. I have a habit of getting places early when I am nervous — not sure why.

I park and turn off the truck, then pull my kindle out of the beat-up laptop bag sitting on the passenger seat. Turning it on, I try to get an wifi signal, hoping to go online and check the website again to make sure I was at the right place. Finding no wifi, I switch off my kindle and replace back in my bag.

Wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans, I grab the coffee I bought on the way and get out of the truck. Still no one else showed up and I was now only 10 minutes early. I figured someone would be here by now to setup, maybe it was one of the people that owned one of the two cars already in the lot.

Now came the dilemma of which door to go in. I walk up to the main door and pull on it, hoping it would be open. Instead, it was locked and my yanking on it causes a loud thunk-a-thunk, which I was sure echoed through the building, alerting anyone inside that someone was at the wrong door. It made me feel sheepish and odd.

A shoveled concrete path wound around the side of the building, lined by low evergreens that were just peeking out of the snow pack. Taking a sip of my coffee, I follow the path around the building and saw another door that appears to lead of set of steps going up or down. As I approach this door, headlights sweep across the building as a car pulls into the lot behind me.

Pulling on the door, it opens easier than I expect and smacks into the brick wall to my right, causing me to jump at the sound. Bracing the door from slamming back on me, I step into the warmth of the church and stand on a landed — up or down?

Unable to decide I look at the postings on a bulletin board on the downward-stairs side wall of the landing.

Reading such flyers as:
Fourth Grade Christmas Pageant
Dec 15th

Food and Clothing Drive
Place items in box in the Narthex

Finishing my procrastination, a man, probably in his late 40s — early 50s — comes around the corner outside, and my pulse raced and my heart creeps into my throat, and my hands and pits sweat. This is real — I am really here and doing this.

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