Part Three of The Mater’s Series An Alternate View of What Comes Next Gary’s eyes were large, way too large. As he awakened from surgery they appeared to be swollen, waterlogged marbles about to burst open. Around the two of us the recovery room was sparse and barren. Standing beside the gurney, I waited for […]
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Part Two of The Mater’s Series Love, Loss and Resurrection Mahogany-brown eyes gazed back at me from across the table. Aaron’s eyes. Sipping rosé I absorbed his soul, drawing it unto my own, hoping somehow to keep it there forever. Shades of love wavered in from the past, shades I had known as experience transformed […]
Part One of The Mater’s Series Peering into Tenacity, Strength and Wisdom Do you miss them…the old women in your family, your friends or neighbors, the ones who withstood all life thrust at them and emerged stronger for it? Maybe by the time you realized how much you longed to know their secrets, how they […]
“I am the little sister of Jesus,” the young Caucasian man said. Dressed in time-faded jeans, a tee shirt and Hush Puppies, he slouched on a couch in a cottage on the grounds of the Miramar Hotel. Overly thin with blondish-brown hair and wearing Superman glasses, he epitomized the look of a writing nerd. It […]
A Two Part Entreaty by V. M. Franck Part Two – My Entrance into the Circle of the White Rose Do high beings exist or is it wishful thinking? It’s comforting to think so, but I really don’t know. I can prove nothing. No one can, no matter how certain they are of their beliefs. […]
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