Martin Luther tells us, "That to what your heart clings and entrusts itself is... really your God."
If I were to believe in absolute truths, my God took the form of a woman in red.
Mary... the devil, with a white Gucci bag. She sat next to me like I was lost, a mere lamb, and unleashed a dragon willing and ready to horde and slaughter.
A cult? Is that what they're calling it these days, Good Doctor? You don't understand, she was family, warmth, my home!
Like the night we rode into Mississippi and burned it to the ground.
Michael D. Brooks over 4 years ago
Is the young woman committed because she's a danger to herself, to others, or both? Seems like she's got some pent up issues. Nice job of containing her emotional release.
Horrorshow over 4 years ago
This is such a strong drabble, Elizabeth. Your writing continues to grow and grow. You have such great ability to tell a story in so few words. Score a vote from me. :-)
Elizabeth O. Smith over 4 years ago
Michael- Thank you! She's a danger to both I suppose.
Horrorshow- Thanks <3 Your support helps me to grow as a writer!