She contemplated the geometric shapes before her. Circles linked together with lines, creating a web.
It was inconspicuous enough in the middle of the sidewalk. Also conspicuous enough that a passerby would think it just art. The area was full of art. Graffiti tags, murals painted by city approved and authorized artists. So the average person walking past wouldn’t know the secrets contained here in these geometric shapes.
She bent and ran fingers over the cold stone before glancing up quickly to ensure she wasn’t being watched.
It had been a number of years since she came across a portal key and then to stumble upon one while she was getting a morning cup of coffee.
She wondered where this one led. She wondered more, who had left it here. Either someone was extremely careless or extremely cunning. Either way it’s sudden appearance here was intriguing.
She glanced around again casually, taking a deeper look that know one was paying her any attention. To her benefit the street was empty.
The lines forming the key were like none she’d ever seen. Yet also to her benefit she possessed a master key. The ability to open any portal key.
She drew her right forefinger across the inner circle once clockwise, and a second counter. She traced the line from the top right circle to the center before bringing it upward and then around the edge of the heptagon, and then paused. She looked around her again. She touched a gold painted finger to the bottom left circle. Only when she heard the gasp of the opening portal did she take her gaze from the streets and step through.
Saturday Stories: A (weekly) feature on PrudyChick.com. All stories are written by Prudence Landis [unless otherwise noted as a guest post]. Photo credit: Prudence Landis
It was a crazy week last week. More goings on than one should have after a severe car accident. But we made it through.
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We would appreciate your prayers. We are both still in quite a bit of pain from our accident. Most of the pain is in our ribs. We are also faced with buying another car. A stressful task, but in the light that we are both okay for the most part it’s a small price to pay. We know what we want it’s just finding it in our price range.
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I honestly can’t believe it is May 03rd, and we are literally on the cusp of summer. This is a busy month for us.
I hope you all are doing well.
This week is Holy Week. The days leading up to the arrest and crucifixion of Jesus.
My life seems to have gotten greatly complicated and taking time to revel in the death & resurrection of Jesus is something little done.
My hope this week is that we would take moments to dwell on what this weekend represents. To step outside of the drama filled family dinners & the hunt for brightly colored eggs and step into the meaning of why we celebrate the death and resurrection of the one who created us.
This week I have two guest posters sharing stories of second chance living. I’ll be back on Friday with an Elements of Grace post.
Until then have a marvelous week
(oh PS: I crossed off #4 of my Before40 list. I’ll be sharing about that hopefully next week.)
On Saturday night we had a scare. Shawn and I went out on a date and got home around 8 PM. We relaxed the rest of the evening, but noticed that our little boy Chihuahua, Zeus, would cry and yelp for no apparent reason. He’d try to stand up and cry or would just be laying still and cry.
We assumed it was his back legs because he’d walk a few steps then sit down. We thought at length if we should take him to the 24-hour animal hospital, but chose to wait and take him to our vet which just happens to be open on Sundays in the morning, due to that he would be going in his crate and would be sleeping for the next eight hours or so.
Neither Shawn or I got much sleep that night. Shawn was up sick and I tossed and turned worried about Zeus. We took him to the vet in the morning and the doctor has diagnosed that our little guy has a probable herniated disk in his neck. And tested him for Valley Fever. So we’re giving him a pain med and cortisone twice a day.
I learned one thing throughout this whole experience. If God so chooses to ever bless Shawn and I with children, Shawn will be the balance to my freaking out. He is extremely level-headed. I’m certain there will be times when he freaks out but he will definitely be the balance.
Prudence is a 30-something writer who lives in Arizona with her husband Shawn and their chihuahuas Lengua and Zeus. She writes her life, her experiences and her crawl back to hope. Eventually, she hopes to visit India – a place that’s captured her heart without ever stepping foot on the soil.