Purest Fiction: A Parade and a Hero

 

 

Purest Fiction: A Parade and a Hero

As the author staggered downhill under her load, a turquoise convertible rolled by. She grinned, having taken childhood trips in an identical car.
One block from her apartment, a city worker placed sawhorse barricades across the street. The turquoise convertible idled behind them, and the dark-haired driver leaned out and spoke to the city employee. Then he shrugged, and turned toward his passenger. The redheaded woman braided her long hair.
She wasn’t near enough to make out their conversation, but the mystery partially resolved itself when the author heard a marching band. After a deep breath, she stepped forward. A parade was nothing to cause worry. It’d hold the attention of everyone on the street. As she approached the corner, the author paused for a few moments.

Purest Fiction: Offensive Apostrophe

 

 

Purest Fiction: Offensive Apostrophe

When she walked back to the bureau and delved in the suitcase for her bag of pens and pencils, she scraped her knuckles on her “souvenirs.” Despite what she’d told Ed O’Connor, there were rocks in her luggage. A palm-sized lump of pink and gray granite came from the Continental Divide.
One dark jaggedly fractured chunk of stone commemorated a trip to an island in Lake Huron. When she pulled out the flattest fragment, picked up on Mount Washington, mica glared in the harsh light. Would she add Pennsylvania bluestone?

Be Thankful for God’s Gentleness

BeThankful for God’s Gentleness Today let’s take time to be thankful for gentleness, specifically God’s gentleness. After Elijah defeated Jezebel’s Baal prophets and priests at Mt. Carmel, he fled her wrathful threats to murder him. His fear took over, and he experienced depression, and something similar to burnout. We aren’t usually fleeing death threats, but