Castles: A Fictional Memoir of a Girl with Scissors Read online

  Men of progress are bringing more bricks for my castle.

  They can't resist a poor woman with child. When they get here, they will think they can rescue me from my trailer, rescue me from my life of misery. Then they will try to hurt me, they will try to take away my will to survive, my strength as a woman.

  They will try, and they will fail.

  The dust eels will come over the horizon. They will swim in the wind, gnash their teeth. Their bodies will slam against each other as they ride the storm.

  You see, God provides us the tools to clean up our messes, but we have to step out ourselves and do the work. We have to stand in the wind that rages around us and listen to His guidance. We have to confront what we have caused and wipe free our own slates. We have to act.

  I didn't realize any of this until I looked in Steve's eyes and saw how messy life had become. It was then that I needed to cleanse my sins and lay down that last brick to my castle.

  But I was wrong; there are more bricks out there. My castle is not yet large enough.

  The dust eels are coming, and I'm sure you understand.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  So, who am I? That's really not an easy question to answer, although you may think so. Who are we? Electrons and protons and neutrons held together by some quantum force to form neurons and cells and synapses? Are we flesh or are we soul? Isn't this the stuff philosophers and scientists, monkeys and preachers have been asking for centuries?

  If you're looking for a quick biographical sketch of my life, here's one for you: I have been--at different times, of course--a fry cook, range boy, greens maintenance technician, reservations agent, room service attendant, editor, banquet server, meteorologist, instructor, program manager for Internet applications and curriculum developer.

  Exciting stuff, to be sure. I mean there was that one time I took flight on the wings of an F-16, but I puked. So, I usually don't count that.

  All in all, the important thing to remember is that I am a writer. I have penned a few novels, deleted a few novels, edited a few novels and am, of course, writing a few novels.

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