Tag Christian fiction
< Link to Bucola #1 There’s still no sun. No burst of light greets the day, or to ignore for half an hour before I start my day. I must wonder at this point: Is the sunlight that short, or… Continue Reading →
The Alabama Sandwich Shoppe looks great; reminds me of the legendary grandma’s house, except for the cement floor. They left that bare which was a choice. Still, they put so much work into the rest of it that the floor… Continue Reading →
My boots make the slightest contact with our stone kitchen floor before Iona takes her cue. She pirouettes with textbook form as her hands fly apart at her ears. Those pale, manicured hands land on her hips. She’s amazed about… Continue Reading →
“Winston – dear, I thought you were going to turn the light on?” Crystal’s question pulls me from my lean on the doorframe. “I was just thinking,” I say, “about this new entertainment room. Surely, this will be our room…. Continue Reading →