When You’re Older

Photo, Spiritual

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When You’re Older (309 Words)

He had never eaten so earnestly, so desperately. Warm butter slid between his fingers and over his knuckles, and the juices oozed hot from the slab of meat, bathing the fresh baked loaf in rich steaming flavor. Sensation had left him save that of the delicious goodness in his mouth and the empty craving of his stomach. He sank his teeth into the feast before him and raising his eyes saw a young child, a yard or two distant, watching him. It was the baker’s boy.

JOB: A FAIRY TALE OF GOD, SATAN, AND US

Art, Fantasy

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Once upon a time, there was a man called Job. And one day, Job bought a lottery ticket.

 

Now, Job did not do this thing because he was a lazy or a greedy man. Job simply felt, as many do, that he should be provided for without having to labor and earn his bread by the sweat of his brow when there are so many who have so much more than they need.

So Job slipped some money from his wife’s purse, and before she could ask him where he was bound, he let himself quietly out the door, went to the store at the corner, and bought the ticket.

And immediately and quite strangely, the simple act of buying the lottery ticket made Job feel that things were now somehow changed. Of course, he did not know whether he had won the lottery or not. But somehow, the sun seemed brighter and warmer when he came out of the store.

Going for a Walk

Photo, Poetry

One of Wallie and my favorite poems.

Dreams from a Pilgrimage

I will see cherry blossoms today
dancing lightly in the April breeze
crenellated puffs of softest pink
jostling, welcoming, anticipating
meetings under the arch-browed branches:

where petals scamper round the feet
of once deplete, now wealthy hearts surfeit
with delight not won, but given
in sweet abandon from the Lord of heaven:

and sweet angel, I will think of you.

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Mr. Roe

Art, Romance

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Mr. Roe

Ellie looked so stricken that Tommy was afraid to leave. Although they were ghosts, invisible, there was still agency in that spirit that it was best not to leave unguarded. Ellie’s eyes burned as she leaned over the bed where her husband-in-life lay. The room was stifled with sickness, but a cold breeze stirred and fluttered the pages of the open book on the desk.

“Ellie,” said Tommy, in a loud whisper. “What are you doing?”

In the Dark

Romance, Spiritual

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In the Dark (406 Words)

It is not quiet in the dark.

“Hold me, Ellis.” Jeremy’s voice is strange. It is strained, compressed. We are already close in our hiding place, already touching, but he is turned away from me and my arms are folded across my chest, under my chin, in the curve of his back. He moves suddenly, stiffly, turning on his side. I don’t give him room and his motion is difficult.