Feet twitch, lead scratches against the paper stuck between the covers unanswered, undiscovered. Old December day draws her out into its closing. Sky settled in dips and ditches unhinging Rev's cry so it drifted over fences and kept going. Water crackled in the cedars and steamed in the rain's passing that was now, rushing and rising at the gravel road's end. A stranded frog cleared its throat for the eulogy behind the torn scrim. "Then Jesus uttered another loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain in the sanctuary of the Temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. Mark:15:37-38 NLT c. Laurel Turner 1/30/2020 New Living Translation (NLT) Holy Bible , New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc. , Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.
Hi, I'm Laurel. I live on five acres in the foothills of the Cascades where I'm daily restored by God's creation in the midst of chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia. After studying the arts in London, I taught at the University of Washington while earning my Masters of Arts in the performance of literature. I am the retired founder of Over the Moon Storytelling. My published article won second prize in the nationally renowned Amy Foundation writing contest.