The prayer room

It was the last day of my middle school.  I had arrived early, one of the first few.  The skies were still dark with only a hint of sunlight seeping into the new day.  The school itself was still ensconced in a rare silence. Few lights had been turned on in the hallways, no doubt by Sister A, the headmistress of the convent girl school.  I went to my class, dropped off my almost-empty school bag and walked down the side staircase.  My sleepy senses were waking up with every step I took.Read More »

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Dear brother…

The room is now empty, the bed half made

An empty shampoo bottle lies forlorn on the floor

The gray ottoman returned to its quiet empty corner

Where your black luggage had recently sat in a bloated slump, half unzippedRead More »