Burning the Bridges of Madison County
Carol-Anne’s grey, mermaid hair draped over her weathered face as she held me down in my chair. She was comforting yet authoritative, like some kind of militant golden retriever. She tightened my restraints. …
I’m Leaving Too
“You deserve better than this…” he said while praying to the porcelain God, “you don’t deserve to put up with my shit!” As she feebly cleaned the rug from his stomach’s weakness, she wept, she…
The Power of Praying Daily
My wife insisted that we pray together once a day. For me, anything that was Christ-centered was agreeable. Going back to God was always the way out for me. I resented my upbringing and felt…
The Woman on the Train
I first noticed her on the train a little over a year ago, and from that very first moment, she left a lasting impression on me. She looked stunning, with a look that was both…
Silence on the Beach
The tranquillity experienced at dawn often surpasses my comprehension. It can embody a sense of rejuvenation and a belief that nothing is impossible, that everything is possible. I want to say that I could drag…