the sacrament 

It’s that time again. I can smell the excitement in the air,  can feel it deep in my marrows. My arms grip the steering wheel tighter as I navigate the pothole ridden road,  driving slowly but surely to my temple. 

Damn. It’s been so long. So so long! 

 I park the vehicle in front of the cabin,  step out and walk over to the passenger’s side,  opening the door like the gentleman I am. The gentleman my mother taught me to be. 

The raven haired girl was still asleep, her not so bountiful bossom heaving up and down gently as she breathed.  continue reading......

The Delivery Man

Sarah wobbled to the road. 

Damn. I can’t wait for this to be over. And to think I’d been praying for this for so long

She  rubbed her protruding belly softly, her hands feeling a slight kick as the life inside her responded to the barrage of warm emotions that flowed through Sarah’s heart.

She smiled. After all, less than 9 months ago, she’d have given anything to feel the way she felt now.

Like a real woman. 

After so many long years. After hundreds of thousands spent on different procedures, experimental and otherwise. After the visits to so many so called religious houses, looking for that elusive miracle. continue reading......