Layla preached about Jesus at a megachurch, but after her husband died four years back from headlights that crossed the center lane, the wind in her faith fell flat. Those around her prayed she’d come out of the slump the devil devised with an empty tomb in her barren womb. Layla lifted her hands, praying beyond the hope she had left. The congregants grew in faith at her words … [Read more...] about Finding Forgiveness in Grief: Layla’s Journey, By: Andrew Cyr
Camping Memories: Discovering Love With Maryanne, By: Andrew Cyr
Picturing Maryanne’s sleek,crossed legs in her black dresskept me from drifting to sleep.I dreamed wide awake.This was our first camping trip.We’d gone from childhood friends to more,but I hadn’t told her I loved her yet.I’d been in love before, but this was differentbecause Maryanne was different.I’d consider her out of my league,but she didn’t see it that way.I interrogated … [Read more...] about Camping Memories: Discovering Love With Maryanne, By: Andrew Cyr
A Chance Meeting: Sparks In The Snow, By: Andrew Cyr
Flames crack overoak logs in theoffice fireplace. We wrapped upthe holidaysand painted the whitewalls maroonwith brown trim. We hung framedart and companyawards. Soft, white flakescover the sidewalks,roofs, lawns,fences, and streets. Soft pop playson the radiowhen she walkedthrough the door. Her sparkling greeneyes don’t ring a bell.Her plump red lipsask for a … [Read more...] about A Chance Meeting: Sparks In The Snow, By: Andrew Cyr
Coping with Loss: A Message Beyond Death, By: Andrew Cyr
Death’s unknown grippedmy fear of leaving home.Haley’d have laughed at me,if it was me,I’d have given her hell,if she knew I was,but I’m not today.Afraid of death,I’m not afraid, Haley.If you can hear me,I just wanted you to know.If Haley knew I wasafraid to die,she’d teaseme until I cried.But the day Haleydeparted this world,without saying goodbye,so, like her,warmth washed … [Read more...] about Coping with Loss: A Message Beyond Death, By: Andrew Cyr
Catfish And Cold Beer, By: Andrew Cyr
The guy watched a catfishsizzle in a frying pan,hoping he hadn’tbeen catfished.The guy waitedfor his cold beer.He checked his watch,waiting for the woman.A woman in the cornershots him a grin,and he thought it mightbe the woman.The woman didn’t approach.If they lacked a spark,they agreed to go theirseparate ways.The waiter served the catfish,but the guy pushed the dish away.The … [Read more...] about Catfish And Cold Beer, By: Andrew Cyr