Here is an excerpt from an unpublished short story I wrote about my experiences with faith. This happened when I was nine years old.
I have this young friend I met online. I’m old enough to be her, ahem, older sister….born when I was a teenager.
Every year on this date, it’s a must for me to remember this lovable furry guy in the photo. Piezon changed my life and was my everything for eleven and a half years. He had such a palpable spirit and filled up the missing spaces in my life back then (he came to me in place of the children I couldn’t have). He brought along with him a lot of positive spiritual energy that manifested in so many forms. When he died, all that spirit energy seemed to go with him.
When my husband and I were first dating and going out to eat, he told me that he ate to live, he didn’t live to eat. I was foreign to that concept. I’m Italian. Flavor is all I know. I lived for flavors and how to make something even more flavorful the next time.
I have two surprises to discuss today.
One has to do with writing, the other has to do with a giveaway. So, stick with me.