I shifted, hip to hip, on the faded blue velour couch. I felt like rocking to and fro, frontward then backward to stop the memories flooding my mind. A veritable storm of pain. “Let’s see”, I said. The hint of incense rolled under my nose from the corner of the room where candles were burning to relax clients voicing their troubled thoughts. The incense caused me to wipe my face with the back of my hand. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”
It breaks my heart that such encounters really happen. I believe that it saddens our Lord, regardless of which party is fostering the rift. Thank you for crafting this reflection. I pray for those abused an look forward to the hope, for them and I, when there will be no more sorrows or tears.
Its a good start, we want to read what comes next.
Love this! Your style of writing is easy for the reader to ignite all of their senses.
I shall wait patiently for the next chapter….
Vivid. Well written. Thank you.
Wow! What a story! What a gift of clear and effective communication you have to engage the reader. Please do more stories.
It breaks my heart that such encounters really happen. I believe that it saddens our Lord, regardless of which party is fostering the rift. Thank you for crafting this reflection. I pray for those abused an look forward to the hope, for them and I, when there will be no more sorrows or tears.
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Rae that's very dark. Given your current situation I'd refrain from writing such dark pieces