The mud was stiff and dry on my skin, and I was shaking as I knelt by the side of the pool. I reached down till I felt the water, then cupped my hands, gathered some in my palms, and splashed my face. It was quiet all around me. I was glad nobody else wasContinue reading “Sent”
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A riddle
I’ve never heard that one before. He’s not the first philosopher to come through town. They’ve all got something new to say, or so they claim. But credit where credit is due. That’s a new one. God will do good to those who do good to Him. He will enrich those who are rich towardContinue reading “A riddle”
Mystery
What is it? I look at all the others I’ve seen and cannot find its mate. Nothing like it. So I try to find something that matches the way it moves. It is not quick or swift. Not like the deer or the horse. Yet it does not waddle like the duck or trudge likeContinue reading “Mystery”
A little taste of home
Sometimes we could have onions. They were crisp and sweet, their sharpness cooled with dill or curds. Sometimes we could have cucumbers. Those were my favorite. Like a slice of water on the tongue. Thinking of it makes me thirsty. Some people say they can’t remember the taste of fruit, or the smell of rain,Continue reading “A little taste of home”
Kaspar/Casper
Some people have asked me why I named my main character “Casper.” Even my dad, who liked the novel, was curious about two Midwestern evangelicals choosing such a name for their son, a name which most any American will immediately associate with a certain friendly ghost. Admittedly, there have been moments that I’ve been embarrassedContinue reading “Kaspar/Casper”
Katie Bertola 