Her footsteps echoed through the empty sanctuary, the sound making her flinch with each pew she passed. She imagined the entire town could hear the reverberations, knowing where she was and why. Lighting a candle, she chose a bench far from the altar, smokey with burning incense. She knelt briefly to cross herself, a niggling … Continue reading Sadness or euphoria
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Science lesson
On a rain soaked street, far from lampposts and shoulders, a car sat parked, the driver’s tires straddling the side of the road. Rounding a blind curve, Stella never saw the other car blocking her lane. In that moment the universe split, radiating out like a spiderweb. Each new world held a version of the … Continue reading Science lesson
A brighter place
Except for taking some time off while pondering whether I wanted to continue my writing and photography, this week marks my fourth full year of blogging. While this particular site only began back in December of this year, I once had another blog that started in mid-July, 2007 ~ which is currently sitting in limbo until … Continue reading A brighter place
Song for her father
It was time to just walk away. The conversation was going nowhere, but downhill. Louder, meaner, more futile. She was butting her head against a brick wall, and he wasn’t about to give an inch. Grabbing her backpack, she didn’t wait for a break in his tirade, she simply got off the couch and headed … Continue reading Song for her father
Sanctuary
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
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
Thin spiral notebook 