\"Writing.Com
*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1650237-The-Church
Item Icon
Rated: E · Short Story · Other · #1650237
story about a girl's childhood.
My childhood was very peaceful. We woke up and smelt ashed toast. It was smothered in a creamy, melted, yellow substance that tasted delicious. Mama stayed home watchin' after baby sis, as I heard her piercin' cry wakin' the pets up. I got dressed for the horrible white condition pounded ev'rywhere outside. I snuggled in my big heavy coat and headed out the door. As i walked, I saw the church. Immediately, I thought of Gram'ma. She died only when I was a little girl. Going inside is where I felt secure, knowing a presence was watching over me. I knew she was there with me.
© Copyright 2010 sinceretragedy (sinceretragedy at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://shop.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1650237-The-Church