A non-fiction submission. THAT DAY Growing up was serious business. Our tiny three bedroom apartment wasn’t large enough to contain the world created by four curious children, their overbearing father and their often hysterical mother. Every available space was crammed with junk; Mother was loath to part with broken chairs, faulty electronic appliances, old books … Continue reading That Day.
That night to the Pastor’s house they went and knocked and out loud they wept “We have been banished and rejected Oh! How we feel so rejected We really need someone to house us everywhere we begged we received a curse.” The Pastor we all know was very kind he took them to his house … Continue reading Beware all ye evil doers (Part 2).