Ordinary ceases when life happens…

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WE ALL ARE SPECIAL, AND SOME OF US MIGHT EVEN FIND OUT

EXCERPT 4, from “Jesus Smith and the Ordinary Wonders”.

Thunder shook the night while white flashes randomly contended with the otherwise total darkness in Gaia’s sober room.

She sat on the bed and managed to hug her knees.  It was her thirty-fouth birthday, but she was alone.  Even in Rome, finding friends had proven difficult for a former nun with no social skills.  The sky roaring outside her window wasn’t enough to make her feel less numb and detached.  All she still cared for was the boy inside her, the fruit of another stormy night.

She would call him Jesus.

A whispering wind had just silenced the sky when she heard somebody knocking at her door.  Life had wounded her, yet she had no fear as she faced the smallest of dwarves looking up at her, rain dripping form his drenched hood.

“My name is Cort.  I need shelter for the night.”

In spite of the alarming aspect and the many scars on his hands and face, he didn’t need to say more.  His voice was nasal, and he could have been well over one hundred years old…

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