Faith Hope & Fiction

January 11th, 2014 at 06:00am

The Sounds of Snow

I made a deliberate attempt to listen past my own noise, to discern each sound of snow.

“We’re not rushing,” Ian said. “We know we’re right for each other."

“It’s too soon!” Georgia whispered to Bob, grateful that he nodded.

They pulled and the bone shattered, the top part landing in the sink,

January 11th, 2014 at 06:00am

January 11th, 2014 at 06:00am

“Lucy Mae, the stars shine for you, and the night sky is as endless as my love. I’ll be home soon. I never break a promise.”

January 10th, 2014 at 06:00am

Lillian always said she saw something in him; “I know what you can become.”