Fruit of Thy Womb

The Sunday Scribblings prompt for the week: mantra.
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She rolled the cool bead across her thumb to the beat of her mantra.


Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee. 


“Ma’am, we’ve seen some strange activity on your card, and we just wanted to call to make sure you’re aware,” the caller said. There had been three cash advances of $1,5oo over the last three days. She closed down the card.


Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. 


She hadn’t been able to find him in the few places she knew to look. He wasn’t home or at the bar. His friends claimed they hadn’t seen him. She wandered the park with no real hope of running into him there.
Finally, she called the number tacked to the bulletin board in his room: his bookie.


“If you see him, tell him he’d best be stopping by here soon,” the man said.