by estragon
On October 27, 2012, I attended the wedding of the real Wanda and the real Maria (see my story "Come, the Recorders") in my home state. The wedding was quite legal. It was a day I'd hoped for. I'm so very glad it happened.
Get the behind me, Satan!"|No, Get thee behind me, Satan!"
Come on, you can do better than that!
I don't know if there's a God or not, and I believe you don't actually know either, but I know how much belief can do for people, and I respect that when I see it.
I love your gentle wit and world weariness of your age and experience. I could probably criticise some of your POVs and the inclusion of the author's comment, but only if we were sitting in a pub and you were a member of my writing group, so I'll let it go. I'm glad you're here and sharing your stories. Ygraine
with no shortcuts, and now I'm worried.
Nice story, nice characters, and a perfectly sane attitude to love and beliefs.
I'm no believer myself, and boringly straight to top it. But I entered your church to pray your little private prayer with you.
Sorry to miss the bigotry required to drop any bomb here.