Writing Wednesday #25

Odd leader

This is a clip of a story I wrote a long time ago, but I thought I would share it with y'all. Enjoy!
(And to any Texans reading this blog post, happy Texan independence day!)

A single tear slid down her face. In the moments in which it slid, the world seemed to hold still. Everyone began to stare at her. No other tears followed, but that one had been enough. She never cried, most believed she didn’t know how. Now she had been moved to tears by the most unexpected thing.

“What’s the matter ma’am?” A man said, running up to her.

“I’m fine.” She said, her voice quivering. Then she motioned to the coffin being carted by; “What an incredible waste of a life.”

“Ma’am that coffin is for your enemy, you did us all a service by getting rid of him.”

“But he had such a broken life, so cold, I wish he hadn’t died so that someone might have been able to speak to him about Christ.”

“Nothing could ever change our view on him after all the lives he took.”

“But he could have had peace and forgiveness from the One that matters most.”

Everyone thought she was a fool, shedding her first public tears for her enemy. Everyone else thought she would be smiling, glad to be finally rid of the menace. But she was different, different from everyone else. No one quite understood her, but they all respected her, for she did a lot of good and led the community towards working together. Her sentiment seemed to come out when she was expect to be strong, her grace when she was expected to be harsh, her sadness when happiness was expected, her humility when she was expected to be proud. She was the oddest, but best ruler the town had every known, and no one knew why.