His knees were knocking, and he tried to stop tapping his foot as they sat in the waiting room. She was scrolling through her phone. He had tried that, but to no avail. He checked his watch every thirty seconds. He hadn’t slept well the night before. She wanted him there. That was the onlyContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 11 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
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Part 1, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
He stared at it while he watched a stupid documentary about the aliens who sank Atlantis. He stared at it before he fell asleep. He stared at while he ate his cereal in the morning, measuring the figure with his thumb and forefinger, then glancing at the precise values printed in green on the bottom. Continue reading “Part 1, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 9 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
He jammed the gallon of milk into the bottom of his backpack, added the rotisserie chicken beside it, then stacked the frozen garlic bread and cheese crackers on top. He shouldered the load and got on his bike, then stared dumbly at the twelve-pack of ginger ale still sitting on the pavement. He cursed andContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 9 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
She pulled her sweater firmly around her body and sat next to him on the porch steps. They looked out at the sleeping neighborhood. The sky was slowly brightening on their right, and the city was beginning to stir. “Can you feel it yet?” he asked. She shook her head. “How longContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
It was isolated, dark, and warm as he walked down the trail. The lake was on his left, gray and moving rapidly, tipped with white. On his right, a thicket rambled along the trail, hemming him in. The branches trembled in the breeze, and dead leaves skidded across the pavement in front of him. ThereContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 7 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 6 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
“Ray, I can go. You don’t have to do this.” “At least till the rain stops,” she said, opening the door wider. He made to follow her, but she stopped him. “You don’t want to leave that outside,” she said, gesturing toward the Rimshot. “Set it down in here. Anywhere is fine,” sheContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 6 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1, Chapter 3 // Though I Make My Bed in Sheol
The September sun peeked out from behind the gray clouds, tossing an errant ray through the conference room window as people filed in for the morning meeting. Reagan sat across the table, scribbling a note as the beam of sunshine lit her hair in a gold-tipped silhouette. Eric sat next to him and asked himContinue reading “Part 1, Chapter 3 // Though I Make My Bed in Sheol”
Exactly what I want to hear.
When I was in eighth grade, my mom gave me a book for Christmas that changed my life. At Home in Mitford, by Jan Karon. It’s unlikely that I was in Ms. Karon’s target audience, seeing as the protagonist of her bestselling Mitford series is a sixty-something Episcopalian clergyman with a penchant for sherry, meatloaf,Continue reading “Exactly what I want to hear.”
His world was enchanted.
An excerpt from my novel, Though I Make My Bed in Sheol. The bitter days of winter breezed by in a golden haze. Before he knew it, the steely sky thawed into tender blue, and the damp black trees began to shyly dress themselves in veils of green, white, and pink. His world was enchanted.Continue reading “His world was enchanted.”
Katie Bertola 