Entering the narthex, she easily found him sitting in his usual place in the sanctuary. She would know that thick black hair anywhere. Just long enough to curl at the top of his collar, the temptation to reach out and touch it was sometimes unbearable. She saw him in profile, talking and laughing with the … Continue reading Sanctuary
Category: Flash Fiction
Dreams of freedom
She woke in utter darkness. It was damp and musty, and she could hear water dripping somewhere. Taking shallow breaths, she tried to be as still as possible. Even though she couldn’t see, that didn’t mean she wasn’t being watched. Listening intently she attempted to discern if she was alone. She slowly began feeling around … Continue reading Dreams of freedom
Old Glory and home of the brave
Sparklers, and firecrackers, Black snakes and jumping jacks Rockets red glare Bomb bursting in air Gunpowder smell of sulphur The tang of smoke, stinging eyes Apple pie and blackberry cobbler, Coconut and chocolate, pecans and caramel Hand-cranked vanilla ice cream, Cans of bittersweet Hershey’s syrup Eaten by spoonfuls with cousin Danny Under farm wagons turned … Continue reading Old Glory and home of the brave
Ultimate adventure
It was billed as the “Ultimate Hunting Adventure.” He had tracked elk on horseback through chest-deep snow, had weathered violent squalls off the coast of Nova Scotia for ocean fowl, had slogged through piranha-infested rivers for trophy arapaima. Organizers promised this excursion would be all that and more. The final hunt location and quarry were … Continue reading Ultimate adventure
Midnight tea
There was no sense of time, it could have been noon as easily as midnight. The only difference was the way the air felt. Daylight was line-dried cotton, still warm from the sun. Crisp, yet soft to the touch. It smelled of lilacs and lavender, and sugar cookies. There was laughter and hugs, birdsongs and … Continue reading Midnight tea
Tent meeting
"Have you given any more thought to joining Grams and me at the tent meeting this week? It’d mean so much to her." “ Ma, you know how I feel about revivals. All the threats of hellfire and damnation are just too much. It’s too confusing. Faith is very straightforward and simple." "That fancy, schmancy … Continue reading Tent meeting
Thin spiral notebook 