Churches

Praying to the light, by Silvie Tepes Sunday, 23 August 2009 Church today, after a long, long time. After the past tumultuous few months, I honestly didn’t know how I would feel to walk in there again but sitting on the well-worn pews, flanked by my mother and grandmother, I suddenly felt calm and happy….

Heated thoughts

The heat of the afternoon smothers her in an uncomfortable embrace. She’s desperate for escape but there is none. She’s at her desk. Her work is open and politely asking for attention, but unrelated thoughts meddle with her focus. If three’s a crowd, her brain is home to a multitude. She can almost feel them…

The Fight

Lights off.   She closes her eyes, savouring the inky blackness, feeling it wash over her skin. Cool. Slinky. Soft.   She doesn’t recall where the light switch is, but she doesn’t care… She can’t see anything but the black and it’s a total mind fuck. Standing still, she could be in a tiny box,…