On Chains, Post-Apocalyptic Dreams, and Tenderness

 

Today, Amber is on the road to Alabama and she’s asked me to pen a few lines for her blog. It’s not likely to be an expected piece, and it’s a brief break from our prosperity gospel series (sort of), but it’s my offering for the day. I hope you enjoy it.  We’ll be back with the series tomorrow.

 

I.

I was in a parking deck in the center of a grey-skied city. From the deck, there was nothing but burned out buildings and glass-sharded windows. People wandered the streets, shell-shocked with eyes to the sky. Disappointed looters came from buildings, shoulders shrugging at the lack of wares to pinch.

Continue reading at Amber’s place.

Photo by boklm, via Creative Commons.

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