I always wanted a fireplace in my bedroom. It’s one of those things that makes you fall in love with a place when you first lay eyes on it as you imagine yourself cuddled up with the ones you love on a cold winter night. But this morning it’s cold and there is no warm fire here in the dark that comes before dawn. Im wide awake and feel strangely alive but fragile, my bones are stiff and the burn of the electric current of nerves touching bone like live wires runs down my legs. Maybe it’s this damp and spooky time of year or the word they used to describe what used to be the source of joy and warmth built into my bedroom wall. Condemned. Our fireplace has been condemned. It’s October and that seems like something that only happens to an old haunted house, but apparently it can happen to a fireplace. I didn’t really know what that meant until last week. Until I found out that our family should be dead a hundred times over. Read more: The God of second chances: marikablogsthelight.blogspot/2013/10/the-god-of-second-chances.html
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 09:12:04 +0000
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