Cheshe Hawkins

Graced

Her feet were on fire. It was the burning that had disrupted Grace’s sleep so abruptly this morning, but it was the realization that today’s event had come to fruition so quickly that made her bolt wide awake. As she lay on her back in bed, she could feel the burning through the sheets but didn’t bother to turn on the light or lift the cover to look at her tortured feet. She knew she could no longer deny what was happening. And to her, the problem wasn’t what was happening but rather why.