Washed Clean

The lights blinked on, one at a time, casting shadows on the already dark and eerie alley. I walked, shoulders hunched, hands stuffed into pockets of faded jeans, worn well past their prime. A dampness lingered in these streets that never seemed to disappear, always clinging with acrid fumes of sorrow, depression and death. IContinue reading “Washed Clean”

Because of His Grace

The floor was cold as I lay there, unable to move. The marble tile felt wet and somewhat sticky. I couldn’t figure out why. My brain had kicked into a different gear, and I was in a world where time seemed to stand still. Tears. I tasted the salt mixed with something else as IContinue reading “Because of His Grace”