Pastor Frank has a big voice that thunders through my veins long after I’ve left St. Stevens of the Fields Church. Long after the Sunday linens are ironed and the table set. Long after the final lemon is squeezed for Granmere’s lemonade. The paper cut I got Friday doing my latest collage is throbbing, reopened from all the citric acid. The sting pulses in time with Pastor Frank’s tenor.
I didn’t cast the first stone, but I know Jennie-Rae Phillips isn’t going to let my Instagram post be the last stone. Jennie-Rae Phillips has ice-blue eyes and a heart to match. I wish I could un-post my way back to the beginning. I wish I’d never joined in on #throwbackthursdays.
8 min on April 22 2014 @ Queens Laundromat
prompt from Skylight by David Hare
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