It was just Dawna and I, divided by a shower curtain, with dead people in Boston buzzing in our heads, and leaving a home of ten years, and Mama maybe not getting a garden, and Ethan's sad, sad heart.
And I don't know how she understood, but I said this out loud, trying to remind myself, to not lose hope, trying to keep on trusting my God, to not go insane:
"There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for." Just said it out loud, 'cause I felt like Frodo and wanted to say, "What are we holding onto? Why must we do it day after day? Why can't it just be over?"
She didn't miss a beat. She knew just what to say, always knows just what to say. "And how do we fight? It's the little acts of kindness, love, that keeps the darkness at bay."
Apr 17, 2013
Short Story
K.M. Updike writes young adult and historical fiction and has a frustrating fascination with fantasies that gets in the way a lot. She is the author of the young adult historical fiction novelette, The Life and Death of Terry Dodd. A lover of books and prairies, she lives with her five siblings and inspiring parents in the wilds of the Great Plains. Besides reading books and writing stories, she loves watching old movies and drinking tea in her basement room dubbed "Mole End."
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3 comments:
How lovely! My darling, I am praying for you.
"The Hands that hold the stars-- are holding your heart..."
Beautiful Kayla! I love you!
My lovely daughters who help me see the good each day. I love you!
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