The Forest

Beyond my windows is a forest, much like the one my family and I escaped to in 1942.  We escaped from the ghetto in the small town of Zhetel before it was liquidated and all of the remaining Jews, except for a few, were murdered.  My family and other families set up camps in the …

Watch Your Tongue

Photo by Ketut Subiyanto on Pexels.com Not many of you should become teachers, my fellow believers, because you know that we who teach will be judged more strictly.  We all stumble in many ways. Anyone who is never at fault in what they say is perfect, able to keep their whole body in check. When we put bits into the mouths …

Escape

  I ran through the forest.  The night was at my heels like a pack of dogs at ma skirts.  It goin' be dark soon. I’m supposin’ to meet Joe, a free negro who’s goin' to help me escape to the North. Afraid of gettin’ lost, I run faster and stumble.  I fall and cry …

The Trees/Caught #writephoto

I stood gazing up at the tree.  It was unlike anything I had ever seen.  It was twisted with a gaping hole through which the sun streamed through and its limbs looked like tentacles.  Of course, it got my imagination running wild.  I imagined that it was an alien tree planted among normal trees.  It …

The Meeting

She watched Mr. Falconer as he sat there, proud upon the magnificent steed, her heart pounding against her ribs.  Face flushed, she waited with bated breath to see if he would even notice that she was there.  It was by no accident that she was walking through this part of the forest.  She had come …