Heart Broken

“Where is your heart?”

He asked in exasperation. His eyes. Searching hers. Looking for answers that were lost in the dark waters of her abused soul.

This was the ultimate question, she knew.

Where was her heart?

This question…this question should sting in every sense of the word.

But it didn’t…because she knew her heart, wherever it was, could never be restored to what it used to be–filled with so much love. How naive she used to be.

After this year–this year of so much loss and tragedy–Opa, gone…then Sylvie, goddamn, Sylvie Continue reading “Heart Broken”

Lilly and Grandfather

Lilly looked up at the vast expanse above her head in wonder. Her wandering five year old mind never stopped taking in the world around her. So many questions, always. At her young age, she didn’t know much about the world—but she was always curious, always hoping to discover more.

“The way the world works is very strange,” her grandfather told her once. She was sitting on his lap, quietly taking in words, in his low, gentle voice. A voice that exuded tired determination. He had been in Vietnam and had seen more of humanity in a matter of years than most people wished to see in a lifetime; he was a Vietnam veteran who wondered every day how he had survived while his buddy, his best friend, was blown to pieces right next to him in the Vietnamese rainforest. Yet, despite that daily question, his aging mind was filled with those nuggets of wisdom he had picked up not just because he had survived, but because he had willed Continue reading “Lilly and Grandfather”

Intuition

“I think the scariest part of feeling is that more often than not, they don’t appeal to logic.”

Em looked into his eyes with a wry smile on her face. He blushed, quickly looked away, fearing eye contact at the moment when eye contact was most necessary.

They were thinking the same thing, of course. The difference was, he didn’t want to admit it.

Seconds passed. She could tell he was choosing his words carefully.

Finally.

“So…what are you saying?”  Only because he wanted her to say it first; he knew exactly what she Continue reading “Intuition”

The Friday Fifty-Six: Contemplations on Hate

On an April morning, when the first snowmelt brought grassy scents from the mountains, the Luftwaffe sent wave after wave of Stuka dive-bombers to raid Belgrade. Armies from four hostile nations poured across the border. It took less than two weeks for the Yugoslav army to surrender. Even before that, Germany had declared Sarajevo part of a new state. “This is now the Ustashe and Independent State of Croatia,” the Nazi-appointed leader had declared. “It must be cleansed of Serbs and Jews. There is no room for any of them here. Not a stone upon stone will remain of what once belonged to them.”

People of the Book is a historical fiction novel by Geraldine Brooks that concerns itself with an imagined history of the the Sarajevo Haggadah, a well-known and very prized illuminated Continue reading “The Friday Fifty-Six: Contemplations on Hate”

5 Day Challenge: Day 4

The two figures looked up to the sky, the younger with a tear-stained face, the elder holding a look of wisdom that defied the ages. The elder began to speak–perhaps to the younger, perhaps to simply let the words come out– “In a previous life, I called myself an atheist…but I’ve never liked that word, I’ve never liked identifying as such. There is too much certainty in that word, for this world full of uncertainties. No, I am not an atheist; to this day, I’m not sure what I am, but I do know that I believe in connections. I believe that sometimes things don’t make sense and sometimes you just have to trust yourself, what’s inside. Because you know what? You know yourself better than anyone else does and those gut Continue reading “5 Day Challenge: Day 4”