It mattered not how many times he’d pressed the issue, urged she ‘see the light.’
She would not deny her own reality for his. She could not worship his Gods. His requirement of absolute adherence to ideas over facts. Over reason. Over voice.
“It’s not about facts,” he insisted, annoyed by her refusal to acquiesce. “It’s about compliance. The lesson of faith.”
“That kind of faith isn’t in my lexicon,” she said.
“Then pray on it till it is,” he turned, locked the door, left.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Lexicon in 85 words
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