Red Chairs

A couple of nights ago, I relished in the memory that God is good. I don’t know why exactly. Perhaps the plucking of violin strings from Lindsey Sterling music playing on Pandora, or the passing tones of the Piano Guys had a little to do with my nostalgia. Most people who know me would make …

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Knock Knock, Part 3

The room was empty, all except for a bed that was sitting up against the wall facing the window to the left of the attic. Molly hesitantly poked her head in, looking left to right. It was as if, all-of-a-sudden, the air had cleared. There was no longer some secret room that was hidden away …