Between the covers

Another in a series of short personal fictional stories about a mystery church with a quirky minister in an unnamed community, though not in a galaxy far away. Enjoy. A face stares up at me from a large bowl of Bouillabaisse, a French seafood stew -- the version before me with a wonderful west coast... Continue Reading →

Ashes to ashes

A short story by Ken Gray From a distance, the amber box on the shelf before me tells no story whatsoever. A beautifully crafted box of coloured strips is no mere bookend. Someone had taken a lot of time to assemble something beautiful for . . .  God? Possibly hollow, I have no idea what... Continue Reading →

Early Sunday morning

Another in a series of original short stories. Enjoy “Between the vestibule and the altar,    let the priests, the ministers of the Lord, weep.” (Book of Job) I wasn’t weeping, but I felt a little funny. There I was, dressed in Alb and Stole, standard clerical dress for ministers of many Christian denominations, on a... Continue Reading →

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