How much is too much/ too little for a pastor's salary? How should he live
In his hand, he held his cell. His new client’s text still filled the screen. But when his eyes fell onto it, a golden scorpion the size of a dime was walking across the words. The northwest breeze blew pollen and road dirt up his nostrils. He sneezed on the scorpion. It stopped in the text. The... Sign in to see full entry.