Parliamentary Christian Fellowship

The smooth skin puckered into a ditch between her eyebrows. Rant twists on his bed, arching his back to look. His mother says, "What's this…?" And her fingernail taps something, a black lump, a wad, a bump of something almost soft, a mashed raisin that flakes off and falls next to Rant's head on the pillow. A little black fingerprint next to his face. Rant's mother, her eyes roll to follow the sweep of black dots across the wall, the swarm of gummy smudges that spiral down to her angel's head on the pillow. As Rant used to say: "Some folks are just born human. The rest of us…" In one way, we're all the same. After a heartbeat of looking, we all see dried snot. We know the sticky feel of it underneath chairs and tables. Reverend Curtis Dean Fields (Minister, Middleton Christian Fellowship): Little Rant, wasn't no sin he wouldn't commit. No, little Buddy growed up sinner enough for their whole entire family. Echo Lawrence: Here's one of those moments that last the rest of your life. A scene Rant saw flash before he died ...»