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The Eclectic Pen - NanoFiction #6

By: Paul H. (nessus19) - ,   + 43 more  
Date Submitted: 2/26/2007
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Short Stories & Anthologies
Words: 141
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You have to understand, he tells her – while wearing that smile she hates so much…the one with no strings behind it, no artifice, just facial muscles coming to a mutually agreeable understanding – that the days I spent searching for your god in travel-worn liturgy and stained glass piety are gone. No more call-and-response. No more catch without release. So long, up there, and good luck with that smiting-of-the-wicked-thing. Really. Now she’s become terribly upset with him; her velvet plans and finely manicured theology no longer enough to bind him…like Isaac. He doesn’t mean to hurt her, he says – and now there’s nothing left, not even the smile. Just a door closing down the hall where her cross hangs…dusty and baroque around the edges. A window is opening for him. And she wants nothing more than to cast a stone through it.

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