My contribution this week is actually a short section from a longer story.  Hope you enjoy: Communion by Joseph Paul Haines Tanicia pulled the covers up to Jacob’s chin.  Tomorrow was a big day.  He needed a good night’s sleep.  Tomorrow, her son would take the communion.  Death would no longer stalk him. Jacob fidgeted until he freed his arms [...]

The sun was near the horizon and would would peek over the hills soon. Ground fog danced round their ankles and the damp earth floor of the forest sucked at the souls of her shoes with the sound of wet kisses. The scent of hibiscus filled the air.

It’s always been tough for my boy to talk to me. I don’t know why. It’s not like I treat him badly or beat him, God forbid. Sometimes he’d walk around the house for days looking like he had a piece of paper on the tip of his tongue that he was afraid to spit out.