Forgivness Stories

God’s Tears (Part One) Long after the sticky drab of an all day late August rain, the trees still spit on me. The fog rolls in, like a thick blanket, smothering the hustle and din I’ve grown accustom to. Only the expectancy of a passing cop car can cut the smothering. There is more than just the eerie quiet that shakes me to my core. Can you feel the dank air, eating you from within, like lead piranha in your lungs? Chang...

After Bruce ended the web chat, Amber went to bed but sleep eluded her. She tossed and turned as much as her added girth allowed and had bad dreams brought on by Bruce's statement that he needed to talk to her. "I'm too young to be saddled with a pregnant girlfriend," he told her as he walked out the door. She would see him at school hiding in the shadows with another female where they were kissing and hugging. They would...

In my heart and mind a vagabond is who I be.Wandering place to place, no harmony you see. Never settling down, capricious by nature.Stable place, none, searching for adventure. Wanderer begging not for money, but forgiveness. Carrying not a sack, but much unfinished business. Trunk full of baggage, now unable to close the lid.Each destination adding more since I was a kid. Never able to throw away things from the past.Wei...