I have missed Six Sentence Sunday like a Pooh Bear misses honey; although, I have a fine excuse for missing last week. My roommate/best friend, and I spent a three day weekend at his brother’s log cabin in beautiful McCall, Idaho. I’ll post some photos and videos of the trip as soon as I figure out how to post a video. Grr. I’m technology challenged. I was able to get some quality writing done while sitting on the back porch listening to the sounds of nature, birds, chipmunks, and thunder rolling through the valley, bouncing off the mountains of Tamarack, and my roommate made a video of a buck and doe moseying through the property. My phone has erratic service up there so I was only able to respond to a few blogs before it was lost for good.
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My Six this week is one of my favorite passages from Squishing Whistle Pigs. The narrators close friend, Rachael, comes to pick him up on a Sunday morning to attend a church service as she believes it will do him some good to gain some “enlightenment”. He hasn’t been to one in many years and his broken heart has made him skeptical of it all.
We pass the park where Erin and I would walk, and then turn onto Carmichael; pass the Civic Center for the Arts, its marquee emblazons, ‘local thespian Marge Burns reading the sensory, erotic poetry of John Donne, 7 PM’; pass a man wearing a sandwich board. He stands across the street from the EZ Come, EZ Go Mart. His chest says “rape us God, make us new.”I sink low in the seat. Rachael merges onto the freeway, eastbound. A sun ray shines through the overcast sky like a spotlight from the heavens, it’s quickly swallowed up.
As mentioned every week, like a scratched, vinyl 45, your visit here to read my work is appreciated beyond measure, and in turn, your comments inspire and “enlighten” me to ignite my passion for this craft.