Bound by Time_The Visit: From Dream to Reality_St Theodore's, Hencham, 1993_Are you still hungry
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Bound by Time
I stand naked before the full-length mirror in my bedroom. It tells truths. I am old now, but I don't have to be. There are ways.I look at my body. A deep crevasse runs upwards on my left cheek, and many tinier lines crackle across my right. My eyes - left blue, right green - were once vibrant, but now they look dull. They see everything; they see nothing. My breasts sag; I can only see the top of my areolas. Not a surprise, they've been large since puberty. I look at my belly. It is no longer flat, but rather it plunges out and over so I can no longer see my own pubic hair, without my mirror...
The Visit: From Dream to Reality
Bro King was taken aback when the guest minister called him out that morning. His mind skipped and then the melodrama began. "Remove your shoes."The unexpected instruction from the plumpy guest minister and physician gave him a livid feeling. The guest minister walked down from the pulpit to meet him. He wore slippers having survived an accident on his way to the three-day ministration tagged “The Visit.”He felt embarrassed by his powerlessness to ask why. It was a thing rarely done in churches especially when the person behind the pulpit is acting prophetic. He worried because his shoes and s...
St Theodore's, Hencham, 1993
On a day like this, there is no better sight in the world. How often have I watched the sunshine streaming through those windows, filling the church with colowww.onedoor.ccurs like none I ever saw outside these walls? When I was young, my grandparents brought me every week. Mother joined us at Christmas, Easter, and one or two others I’ve forgotten the names of. She never looked like she enjoyed it. For the rest of the year, she stayed home to cook the roast dinner, week in, week out. I asked once why Father never came. When the Lord declared Sunday a day of rest, she said, He forgot to mention it to the a...
Are you still hungry
I have always had a certain fascination with the outdoors there’s just something about the forever unknowing that lays within that appeals to me. There had always been this window in a shed near my house, my mother had always forbidden me to go over to it because she didn't trust it ,but my curiosity got the best of me so I have to go to see what it was even if it killed me. On the border of the forest so one day when my mother and father went out to get the groceries I took my opportunity. I crawled out of my bedroom window and scampered towards the old creepy shed that lay beneath a canopy ...