Short Fiction
All Things A Blurry Dream
Oklahoma, Summer of ’73: Eve wasn’t like the other girls in her small town…
The old Baptist church reeked of mildew and sweat, musks and perfumes. Father Emerson moralized a fallacious sermon rooted in Galatians 6:1 from the pulpit.
“Brothers and sisters, if someone is caught in a sin, you who live by the Spirit should restore that person gently. But watch yourselves, or you also may be tempted.”
The congregation absorbed every word.
All but Meg Whitlock.
“Wake up,” Mrs. Whitlock said through clenched teeth, her fingers pinching the skin below her daughter’s ribcage.
Meg jolted awake. Her back slid against the polished wooden pew until her spine was as straight as her mother’s. She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window, praying for a distraction. Sunlight baked the graveyard beyond the glass. A sparrow landed on a tombstone, singing a song that couldn’t be heard.
And then, something spectacular drifted into the scene. An alluring woman, dressed in nothing but her underwear, strolled into the woods toward Gooseberry Lake.
Meg decided to follow her. After all, it was her duty to restore the lost woman. She whispered to her…
