Sunday, April 14, 2013

Six Sentence Sunday – The Willow and the Stone


            “Leo Black Elk,” Geraldine said, her voice as sweet as the poisoned side of Snow White’s apple.
            “Mrs. Short.”  Leo dipped his head.  Something about the female Southern accent always made him want to bow; he settled for a respectful nod.
            “You didn’t join us for church services this morning.”  She swept her arm to indicate the space they stood in, an open cavern in the center of the Rock that served as the dining room and meeting area where Geraldine conducted prayer services. 

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