Surprised by a visit from the tea-black priest with white-white teeth, who yarred about God, with seedlings of sweat on his forehead while our bags were rifled through for 'contraband' and we three squatted at the roadside.
This is intended to be a modern-day gothic story. It's the first long-ish piece of prose I've written in a while, and help in de-creakifying it would be really swell. Just over 2,500 words - takes about five minutes to read.