© David Stewart
Providence
by Miles H. Rost
Marsha didn’t know what to do.
Nearly everyone she knew, even clergy, attempted to exert pressure on her to kill the child she carried. The child of a megalomaniacal old man who would execute an entire generation of people over one more dime.
She knelt, weeping, in the garden prison that was the mansion in Geneva, strands of hemp rope on her palm.
*click*
The creaking of the gate caught her attention, and she saw one of her friends peek her head through.
“C’mon, Marsha. We’ll get you somewhere safe.”
Without hesitating, Marsha jumped up and ran, her providence received.
Unusual, and well written.
Very well written Miles, I liked it. I feel like this is a scene from history, although I can’t place it. In any case, great job!
-David
A heart rendering tale, with an element of reality.
Well done. I hope she is safe now.
I’m glad she escaped. She was not in a good place. Providence indeed.
Sadly, a timely topic.
Thank goodness for her friends!
Dear Miles,
This presents the question. If you knew that child would grow up to become a notorious murderer, could you kill him? Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle