Edwin decided that he was the most peculiar member of his family. He had plenty of things in his favor: he always wore flip-flops while swimming, he collected the jokers from decks of cards in a photo album, and he was the only eleven-year old vegetarian he knew. Despite the last, he still had a…Continue Reading “Mud and Honey”
When I hear the knock on the door, I know it’s Sunday. He only comes on Sundays and he’s the only one who ever comes around. Not that I’ve ever asked him to. I stay seated in my chair for a few minutes. Maybe he’ll give up and the knocking will stop. He never does…Continue Reading “God Only Visits on Sunday”
Once again, he was lost. Somewhere far away from there, from her. He was howling and crying, but it wasn’t her Simon, it wasn’t her son. It was the other one, the Miracle, the one they had grown to love while her little boy was dying slowly. Figuratively. There was nothing figurative about it now….Continue Reading “Miracles”