by estragon
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.
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
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.
Get the behind me, Satan!"|No, Get thee behind me, Satan!"
Come on, you can do better than that!
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.