Standing naked before man, stripped of my uncertainty and fear, declaring openly my devotion to you, only then will I be a righteous believer - when my faith is more precious than my life. NaBloPoMo 8/30
Closeted
Category: Trifecta
All in her mind
Locked inside the paradox that was her mind, she had fewer and fewer rational days. On Monday, she was Mata Hari, Tuesday she was Scheherazade, on Wednesday she would consult with her doctors as Anna Freud. Whoever she was, there was a mystery to solve, a riddle to decipher. No matter that on most days … Continue reading All in her mind
Français douairière
I pick my way around the stones, careful to not trip over broken pieces of marble. My mother’s voice cautioning me to not step directly on the graves plays in my head. As a child exploring old cemeteries, I once imagined a gnarled hand reaching up toward me from the buried crypt, snaring me in … Continue reading Français douairière
Keep legs inside car at all times
All good stories have a hint of the truth. Mommy told you about monsters under your bed to keep you in your room at night, but there really are trolls under the bridge.
We need a hero
He was a phantom of mythological proportions. Spoken in hushed, reverent tones, legends of his daring adventures passed from father to son. He was larger than life, strong beyond measure, wiser than all the elders. He was a god. He was also a lie. A hero of tall tales whispered to lackadaisical children, he was … Continue reading We need a hero
High priestess
The way she held her rime-covered glass you would think she was a member of the Bacchae. It wasn’t ham-fisted, but rather reverentially, almost ritually. She lifted it to her face, the icy condensation cooling her flushed skin. Without regard for who was watching, she ran a finger up the side, lifting a drop of … Continue reading High priestess
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