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Weekly Contest #347
Father said fear was a test.If your hands shook, you prayed harder. If your stomach turned, you knelt longer. If your heart beat too fast, it meant the Adversary had found a crack and was trying to slither in. Good girls sealed the crack with obedience.Sister Ruth tugged the white dress down over my shoulders and stepped back to look at me. The room was suffocating. Too many bodies breathing the same used-up air. My little sisters stood near the wall, their eyes shining brightly, as if they were looking at something holy.“You look blessed, D...
Weekly Contest #345
The Weight of One Small Suitcase **Trigger Warning for sensitive readers: mention of addiction and DV** I get so tired of this vicious circle.The hoping. The forgiving. The believing that tomorrow will be different.I envision him, my charming and handsome prince, being sober. Loving me. Loving our baby girl. Loving himself more than letting his demons live on in his head. I hurt for him, and this is what keeps me from leaving. I know that if only he could quit drinking, things would be better.He will stop soon, I know it.Our love is bigger ...
Weekly Contest #343
Like clockwork my alarm went off at 5:30 am. Restroom, shower, teeth brushed. I put on my signature attire; black leggings, grey top. The only variation – black flats rather than black boots. Same routine, different day. I made my coffee the way I like it, hazelnut creamer and heavy on the coffee. I was ready to tackle the day ahead. —-- —-- —-- —-- —-- —-- I was driving the route I drive every day to work, like the rest of me, this too is predictable. And then something unexpected happened, or was it divine intervention? Where I would nor...
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