Sitting at the kitchen table
she heard the loud, persistent pounding of a hammer and
ferocious clamor of an impassioned mob. An acrid, almost
sulfurous stench began to penetrate the air accompanied by
a sick foreboding. A strange tang like blood mixed with
some type of bitter herb began to invade her taste buds. In the
distance, a bloody, beaten and battered figure hung from a crude wooden
beam, and although clearly in the throes of agony, love
radiated from his tortured eyes. Compelled by a longing deep
inside of her, she reached out her trembling hand to touch
his blood caked brow.
upon her senses as fresh tears spilled from
her eyes, landing on her opened Bible.