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Theo glanced out the window. The shadows had shifted. Was it afternoon already? He hadn’t noticed the time. It had been the glimmer of sun through the trees that had caught his attention; he loved this light. The warm golden glow of summer was just beginning to slant a little, sitting lower on the horizon and setting off the hints of amber that would soon dominate the oaks in the yard. The shadows were subtly stretching ever so slightly longer than just a week ago. This time of year removed any doubts Theo had about the existence of divine p...
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The water was clear and bright. After days in the shade, sunlight now cut through the rough surface, sending shimmering rays dancing across the rocky bed of the river, and illuminating the patches of bright green algae that carpeted the rocks of deeper, slower pools. The fish gained speed, then hurled herself above the water line, over the rocks that created a minor fall in the river. Above the water line, the fish did not notice that the land here held only a remnant of the forest. The riverbank was open, aside from a still-developing layer...
This is not an exciting story. Maybe I shouldn’t say so up front, but I think it’s best to be clear about these things up front, to avoid later disappointment. It also ends poorly. That is, it doesn’t really have an ending as such, yet. That doesn't mean it isn't good. I just think it's best to adjust your expectations. It begins when I was eight. Did I mention this is a true story? I should have; it is. I was eight and visiting my cousin’s for a few days. Mostly, I remember going to church. I remember the “greeting” part of the service, whe...
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