Forgotten Heritage: Electricity
"…for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen." The congregation recited in unison. After that the organist began playing and everyone dispersed into individual groups and began talking. All except for Luke. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes and braces. He also strongly believed in god. Not just because he did, but because of his father, Mark.
Mark was similar in appearance to Luke. However, Mark had brown hair instead of blonde. He was the minister of the church that Luke went to. Hence why Luke just believed in god.
Luke exited the sanctuary and went outside. He looked up at the sky and did an individual prayer. He was murmuring to himself when he heard the door open behind him. It was his father. "You ready to go home?" Luke nodded silently; Luke wasn't much of a talker. They got in the car and headed home.
When they returned home Mark called "Could you check the mail Luke? I'll go and start lunch." Luke nodded and ran towards the mailbox. Mark was inside now. He reached in for the giant pile of mail and began to look through them: Bill, bill, subscription renewal, holiday catalog, bill, letter…
"A letter?" Luke thought to himself. He looked closely at the old, brownish-yellow paper. He attempted to find a return address but to no avail. He looked at who it was intended for "For Luke and only Luke." he read. "Who would need to get a hold of me?" Luke thought. Nevertheless, Luke returned inside giving his father the mail, being sure to hide the letter.