Anorakian

8 Jan 2013

The Door

A flash fiction tale about a derelict house

The heavy oak paneled door was firmly closed, its shiny brass latch securely locked — until she had taken her eyes off it for a moment. She had turned away from the door to return the broom to its cupboard when a gust of wind blew a shower of rustling var...

Anorakian

30 Apr 2012

Has Anybody seen Him today?

Has anybody seen God?

God, are you there God? Things aren’t going well, I’m having a bad spell. The car is getting old, truth be told, it’s as old as you. It was slow to start this morning, then stalled without a warning, It has a light, that should have said, but it was dead....

Anorakian

12 Apr 2012

Faith

Musing

Would such a God be worthy of our trust, Who took the iron in our souls and turned it all to rust? Who took our children from their mother’s breast, To cast them down with all the rest? Would he place that trust, himself, In other men, to spread with stea...