Category: short stories
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The Worship of the Luna Moth
Sometimes a story makes me emotional before I ever understand it completely, before I have dug for its meaning and before I had time to meditate on it to see what God might have to say through it. This one is one of those stories. I have not completely comprehended…
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Perfect Grounds
I shuffle into the kitchen and turn on the microwave light. It is all the light I can handle while trying to wake up. I am looking forward to my first cup of coffee, the pod kind. Water and pod. Check.Slam lid shut. Check.Place my colorful, thin-rimmed, mug under the…
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Dreads and Bulky
I was in a hurry. Annoyed, I weaved my cartful of groceries around the man and his dog. Both stood right by the exit of the big box store. What an odd couple at an odd place. He was thin and tall, thirty-something. Long, black dreads fell into…
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The Christmas Card
Today, the envelope arrived. Each year, with the beginning of Advent, I carefully comb the daily mail for this letter. NEW YORK, NY is stamped next to the cursive return address. I run my finger across the beautiful stamp, a rendition of a renaissance oil painting of Virgin and Child.…
Heidi Viars 