She heard a commotion outside just a few spaces away, so she wiped the condensation off the window with her jacket sleeve and looked into the parking lot. There stood a tall lanky man with a bright red sweatshirt that proudly proclaimed: ‘Jesus is the Reason for the Season’. Beside him stood his gaunt and wearied looking wife and two preschool aged children. He stood shouting and cursing at an older couple for having pushed their shopping cart too close to his Mustang. “You idiot! I guess you left your brains back in the checkout line, along with all the other morons that I have run into tonight! Can you actually see, old man, or are those glasses as ancient as you are?”
Singing through the Valley of Achor
Hannah gazed out the window as the moving truck pulled away. The sound of the white metal door being pulled down and latched kept ringing in her ears. To her mind, it was an exclamation point at the end of a long sentence, a confirmation of finality.
A Fable in 100 Words
At first I gave only a crumb. The raven swallowed and returned the next day bearing a solitary teardrop pearl. Next a diamond ring, purchased with a disc of deli meat. The following day it appeared larger, keener.