Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock…
The steady rhythm was maddening. It never sped up, just stayed at the same, consistent, regulated beat. Penelope felt quite ready to scream, having lain in bed for so long just listening to the ticking, ticking, ticking clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Continue reading “Tick, Tock”
To: The first child you see.
From: A friend.
Marianna looked down at the package she held, reading the tag, and stepped inside the orphanage. She looked up and saw a group of kids run out of the library, no doubt playing hide-and-seek. Marianna smiled as they passed, and looked back down at the package in her arms. The first child you see. Continue reading “The Gift”
I don’t know why this is so sad, but my brain decided it was going to stick with this and not come up with anything else, so my six-word story for today is:
Christmas is here. You are not.
Baby in a manger low
Is truly Son of God, you know.
A thorny crown will grace his brow,
And at the end all men will bow.
How great the Father’s love for us
Who gave His only Son to die
To pour out His precious blood for us
All for our freedom to buy.