Here are a few pieces from this weeks online stuff. I'm very blessed to have this place to stretch my writers muscles.






Webster's says: the rising of the dead, coming back to life...Amen to that.

RESURRECTION


There had been too much destruction in the house, too much death, literally and figuratively. Death of childhood dreams, the pretense of respectability, her father in the hospital bed next to the big picture window.

She’d insisted they put the bed there when he came home from the hospital to die. But in the five days it took him to stop breathing, he never looked out of it.

Her mother would have died there too, if she hadn’t gone crazy and run away to California. She’d died alone in that assisted living home, without the comfort of the older daughter she’d run to. It was fitting in a way, for her to have run so far and still be alone at the end.

The residue of her parent’s corporal bodies was long gone, tucked away beneath the earth. But the house was still full. Boxes of pre-packaged memories in the basement, echoes of thirty years of battles hanging in the air of closed-off rooms, sibling conflict impressed deep within the sister’s psyches and fed by an eternal court battle.

Eternal, now that’s an interesting word, the younger sister thought. As in, eternal guardian of the flame, eternal custodian of the boxes and memories of two dead people.

The house ached for release as much as she did. And though the Courts had yet to close the file, she knew the end was near, and therefore also a beginning was within reach. Tired of waiting for some stranger to give the okay for the resurrection of her life, she began it herself.

She opened every door and window in the house and started carting boxes up from the basement to the curb, not even checking the contents. Let it all go to the dump where the wheeling seagulls would care less. No more waiting – it was time to begin again.

As the pile of stuff grew at the curb, she felt lighter and lighter, like a weight had been lifted and she was coming back to life.