Monthly Archive: May, 2013

Kaleidoscope

As a child, I loved the swirling colors and shapes that emerged through the eyepiece of my kaleidoscope; infinite complexity effortlessly springing forth from a few simple glass shards. With every shake of… Continue reading

Recalled To Life

My office had been incredibly busy. When the phone rang, I groaned and wondered for the fiftieth time how people seemed to pick the worst moment of the day to call. ¬†Of course,… Continue reading

Falling In Love

Within the heart of Rome, visitors can see the ruins of the ancient city center. Graceful vestiges of past glory line the streets of the crumbling Forum. While no one lives or works… Continue reading

The Chance

I lay in bed for half the night before I decided to give God a chance. I had been listening to some radio preacher challenge his audience to believe that God is in… Continue reading

Hidden Treasure

Several years ago my family and I vacationed at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. We played by the beach and waded into the water. As I walked along the shore, I noticed a piece… Continue reading

Hide and Seek

I often sit in a chair and watch my daughter play hide and seek, running from room to room, looking furiously for her brother. Nothing is left unsearched. Every closet is opened, the… Continue reading

Beatrice

Hook Rehab Center was certainly a busy place. Doctors, nurses and transportation orderlies bustled about, chatter filling the hallways. Amidst all the movement, perhaps fifty patients lay on their beds, most of them… Continue reading

See No Evil

David had lived with the witch for more than a year. He didn’t think much about it. Her powers seemed focused on mixing up spells and incantations that had more to do with… Continue reading

The Rug

The movers had just started to roll up the oriental rug when Bob picked up a rifle and approached the tall thin man kneeling on the floor, next to the swirling blue carpet.… Continue reading

The Appointment

The girl lay on the floor, blood covering her face and robe; and as the door closed behind her killer, the prostitute died alone. In the stillness of her apartment, unnoticed by any… Continue reading