Posted in SHORT STORIES: Hurting Hearts and Haunted Heads | Kayode & Tola Olla

Short Fiction: SIN SCENE

THE night air was laden with the croaking of frogs.

The gentle, cool breeze brushed through tall grasses on the fields.

The small town environment was still and quiet. Everyone had gone to repose under the cover of their roofs.

And the moon peeped from above and watched the children of night.

On a bushy grass field, Abbey crouched low; cautiously still.

Something must have kept him lurking in the bush.

But he wasn’t a vigilante, hunting for night marauders. Nor was he a marauder himself, hiding under the cover of night to perpetrate some crime.

And he wasn’t a night hunter, too, that one could have said he was hunting for games.

But he must be up to something crouching low there and watching intently.

Abbey was a man who, though wasn’t himself adulterous, took pleasure in secretly watching lovers make love.

He was an addicted voyeur.

Abbey wouldn’t himself have an affair with another man’s wife, but he enjoyed secretly watching people’s sex scenes.

He simply held the opinion that, because he didn’t engage in the act itself but only derived pleasure from watching, he was still guiltless and without a problem.

But no one would convince Abbey otherwise.

That spectacular night, Abbey was on his way to an appointment at the other end of the community.

And on sighting the rare scene he’d always craved, he beheld it with unusual pleasure.

Quite a distance away from where he crouched low, and on the same field, two lovers stood in silhouette.

And in passionate closeness.

The soft moonlight glimmering on them only revealed to the watching eye their dark outline against a light background.

And all that could be heard from them were but faint whispers blown by the breeze to the eavesdropping ear every once in a while.

The lovers, oblivious to Abbey’s voyeuristic feasting on their sexual moments, continued with uninhibited fiery romance.

And then, all of a sudden the lovers sank to the ground with irresistible surge of desire.

And they were out of Abbey’s hungry sight.

‘Oh no!’ Abbey moaned. ‘Can’t see them anymore!’

He clenched his fist and hit the ground.

‘C’mon, let ’em just come up to sight! Oh boy, I’m finding this scene so exciting!’

He waited for a while but the lovers didn’t come up yet.

‘If that’s the case,’ he said – ‘if they aren’t just going to come up, then I think I’ll try to move a little closer.’

He added immediately, ‘But really, man, I hope I’m not stepping beyond my boundaries now!’

Abbey crawled; treading gently, quietly and cautiously.

He drew closer and closer. And by the time he got fairly close enough to see the lovers, the obsessed young man got the shock of a lifetime.

The woman with whom the man was having the affair was Abbey’s only wife.

‘Aargh!’ he groaned hard.

It was a bitter pill to swallow. A blow that broke him completely.

But what teacher other than the shocking irony could better teach Abbey a life lesson.

That those who enjoy watching people sin and those who indulge people’s sinful habits, are partakers of their sins and of the sins’ terrible consequences.

A verse of the Bible the young man learnt as a kid popped up in his mind.

They know that God’s law says that people who live in this way deserve death. Yet… they even approve of others who do them.

The line came from Romans chapter 1 and verse 32.

Again, the defeated youbg man remembered the passage his priest preached the last time he attended church service.

The words rang so loud in his mind.

Have nothing to do with the worthless things that people do, things belong to the darkness. Instead, bring them out to the light.

For it is really too shameful to talk about the things they do in secret. (Ephesians 5: 11 – 12)

Overwhelmed already, Abbey’s trembling limbs gave way just as soon.

As he came slumping down into the grassy field.

Perhaps the next time the young man’s eyes sight any sin scene whatsoever, it would be fear that’d grip his broken heart.

Not pleasure.


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