The Beast of 1977 (Book 1)

Mr. Mercer drove down the road at a steady pace while conversing back and forth with Deacon Hawthorne who was seated in the front while Lynnette, Isaac and Isaiah were all packed in the back seat of the car. The deacon's bald, light skinned head bobbed up and down, agreeing with just about everything that Mr. Mercer was mentioning about the book of Galatians, while Isaac kept his attention solely at the passing scenery outside his window.

He had hardly said a single word ever since leaving church earlier; he didn't even acknowledge his own son when he reached out for him to be picked up into his arms. Isaac's head was elsewhere that cloudy afternoon.

Light flurries rained down from the sky, making it look like a complete whiteout, even though not one flake seemed to be sticking to the ground. With every building that passed, Isaac's stomach growled even more loud and irate.

"Uh oh," Deacon Hawthorne said, "sounds like someone didn't eat breakfast this morning."

"That boy always eats breakfast." Mr. Mercer giggled. "I can't imagine why he would be so hungry now."

Isaac could tell that his menacing silence was causing a bitter chill in the backseat. Even though he didn't want to look at her, Isaac could feel Lynnette's eyes pierce his flesh.

"Pastor Mercer," Lynnette all of the suddenly called out.

"Yes, ma'am," Mr. Mercer replied.

"Your son here told me a very interesting story about you the other night."

As if someone had clocked him over the head, Isaac awoke from his deep spell and stared peculiarly at Lynnette.

"He told me that you once were a pimp and a drug dealer before you became a pastor."

"Oh, did he now?" Mr.

Is it true? Because I'm having a very hard time believing

appeared amused. "That was way back when Satan had his claws all over me. I was into a lot of mess back then. Then I met Mrs. Mercer, and well...let's

"Amen, she surely

"I see,"

"And then after all that, Isaac came

"Yes...the end."

Everyone inside the car, including Isaac, joined in

looked down

foolin' with you, son." Mr. Mercer calmed down. "You're alright with me. But we'd better

the Texaco station, little Isaiah chimed along with the ringing that the black, rubber hose

"Was that the baby doing that, too?" Deacon Hawthorne smiled as

"Yes, sir," Lynnette replied. "He always does that every time we stop at the filling station.

for you, dad." Isaac said while

out his

fury that was flying flurries towards the tiny cashier's hut, a homeless man, smoking a cigarette caught his attention. For some odd reason Isaac couldn't seem to take his eyes off of the man; it was like he was familiar with him. It was by sheer luck that he didn't bump into anyone along the

Isaac continued to walk before a face inexplicably flashed before his eyes. It was the face of a man, a light-skinned, young man that resembled an

"Hey, man, watch it!" A large black man

wanting to buy gasoline, only desired to purchase cartons and packs of cigarettes. Isaac, too, longed

The lady was wearing an autumn orange and brown knit hat, a long, black leather coat that reached her knees and a pair of long, black leather