Jonathan Lucas
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Jasher
Jasher Creek Baptist Church stood at the foot of a low graveyard hill that was fresh and green with early summer growth. The peaceful churchyard was backed by a dew flecked pasture that spread out to a hedge of wildflowers lining the far tree line. The adjacent burial plot gently sloped upward from the church, rising to a dense and shadowed forest of dogwood and oak and hickory in full leaf.
By Jonathan Lucas3 years ago in Fiction
Apple
The boy bent beneath a white summer sun, shuffling dust and gravel beneath him as he walked. The road shivered in the heat, and he squinted through it and licked his dry lips. Beyond the sunwash lay a dark, inviting wall of shade and forest, the border edge of the park for which he traveled.
By Jonathan Lucas3 years ago in Fiction
Empty
She had been lying on her side, facing the empty half of her bed. He had stared at her for some time, her parched and withered flesh stretched over shapely bones, fading hair still red and draped over her sunken face like coils of delicate copper thread. Her lips were drawn back over her white teeth. She'd been young.
By Jonathan Lucas5 years ago in Fiction
