By Isaiah Duey
Joe bunched the hem of his shirt on one hand, slowly typing his application number with the other. His heart beating rapidly was the only thing that could be heard in the room full of religious figurines. He’d prayed to every single one of them, even blessed the pencils he used for the exams.
He used to laughed at his friends, their noses buried in books all day. “They lacked faith,” he said.
But his world shattered when he clicked the status of his application. Unfortunately was the first word he saw. Feeling betrayed, Joe stared at their eyes seemingly unfazed.
How quickly we lose faith when the big disappointment comes. Well done.