Father Deagle trudged the shale stairs, the mortar thick in the seams, to the church's second floor and the dozens of rooms just outside the nave, the knobby joints of his toes swollen and complaining with each step. His knees cracked when he lowered himself to the floor searching for the glass-swirled marbles. Sister Drusilla followed in his wake arching her tail with a kink reflecting her curiosity.
Father Deagle's foot never came close to the cat as he swung at it, worrying about the marbles and considering that a cat must never swallow marbles. They were too smart. On the other hand, could a dog have gotten into the church? He clutched the sleeveless mantle as he hurried down the stairs, his knees cracking with each step.
"Hello, Animal Control?" His knee fidgeted -- he was never able to keep still except during sermons and he told the congregation when they asked that it was God's way to reward his instruments -- and he ignored the fidgeting as the voice on the other end answered.
"Yes, this is Father Deagle." The phone buzzed and he held it away from his ear, these newfangled gadgets were always so loud. "Yes... yes... no, I'm not batty. We solved that problem. I've got a new concern and, well I was wondering, have any stray dogs been reported near the church?"
Father Deagle held the phone to Sister Drusilla, but she wiggled her nose and he realized he'd have to handle this whole situation. The help was hopeless. "You've seen no mutts. I can't believe it. Well, I've got this problem. You see. I've lost my marbles."
The phone clicked as Animal Control terminated the connection.
This flash was inspired by Nathaniel Lee's Euphonious drabble. If you aren't familiar with his drabbles, check him out at Mirror Shards.