Foster Jonathon Hilding
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Studying Life
The room smells old, and almost damp, whether it was the rain that had persisted all day or the moistness of a late-summer-time swamp cooler. Green and gold line the stage, the centerpiece of the room. A bronze-looking Jesus hangs from a cross and that cross hangs from two wires connected to the ceiling, it is crooked. I am sitting in the back of the room, writing notes in my composition book, being nonreligious and simply interested in the people that reside there, where around five white plastic folding tables are set up perpendicularly to the stage, with about twelve to sixteen chairs on each side. The tables remind me of cheap parties and barbecues. In front of the tables there was a row of seats. The Holy Trinity Newman Center isn’t a church, it's a placeholder.
By Foster Jonathon Hilding4 years ago in Humans
Leaving
The black, leather-bound book that sat atop his work desk burned an odd type of nostalgia into that back part of his mind. It was the silent, fleeting feeling of tragedy that is so invisible when conscious. He peered through a tunnel into the familiarity of his office. The doorway around him was tall and steel. He had little room left in his bag for any keepsakes. Though, with the journey ahead it’s unlikely that anything left behind would remain when or if he returned. Clothes could be pressed and moved to squeeze more air and room out of his bag. He made room for the book.
By Foster Jonathon Hilding4 years ago in Fiction
Carnations for Mom
The shine struck the building in the West. Its brightness deceived the sky as the midday storm rolled in. My shoe scuffed the spine of the concrete. The weather was the same all week; we had sunny mornings until about 1:00 when the clouds crawled in. I would've preferred they stayed but they always left before 5:00. The sweater I wore that day wasn't comfortable. It was that texture that isn't itchy but almost could be. It doesn't matter, Marie got it for me. I make my way up the staircase.
By Foster Jonathon Hilding4 years ago in Fiction
