The Eclectic Pen - NanoFiction #5


By: Paul H. (nessus19) - ,   + 43 more  
Date Submitted: 2/26/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Short Stories & Anthologies
Words: 183
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  Cecelia Gutierez sits, transported, before the glass window of the Maytag. The incense of detergent hangs in the air, and a choir of spinning drums sanctifies the moment. To any one else, the #3 machine is a coin-op dryer with its round aperture a portal to poor clothes and a mirrored reflection of their poor owners. But on this day, Cecilia sees only images of the divine in the riotous dancing of colors and textures. Three coins have bought her rapture.
“Madre Maria,” she whispers, and tentatively, like a child reaching for a gift beyond a personal understanding of price…or cost…she strokes the warm glass. The image within does not waver and a sad smile appears on its lips.
Cecelia cannot help but wonder why the Virgin should appear to her in this way – amid reminders of bleached clothes and fading dreams – but she smiles just the same. Smiles as Madonna smiles, joyful in a sanctuary of rumbling benedictions and blessings.
Cecelia Gutierez sits, transported, before the glass window of the Maytag and gently taps at her pocket full of quarters.


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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 2/26/2007 7:07 PM ET
I love this
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