Kale Sinclair
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Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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Puzzle Box
Sicily | 1943 Rosalie swiped the box from The Monsignor’s fragile hands, then bolted towards Garret who was waiting for her just beyond the door of the sacristy. Two bullets nestled their way into the polychrome marble above her head, and the last thing she remembered before Garret slammed the door shut was the Monsignor - smiling back at her as pieces of the sacristy’s irreplaceable ceiling began crumbling around him.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Lapis Lazuli
Sicily | 1943 The two hour bicycle ride from Canicatti to The Church of Saint Agatha was far more difficult than Rosalie had originally projected. The four bicycles they were able salvage were old, rusted, and weathered from years of neglect, but they were the only four that had usable tires.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
Oh brother, where art thou?
Sicily | 1943 5:38A.M “Rosalie? Rosalie, can you hear me?” She stirred at the sound of her name being called to her from beyond the darkness. She could not see who was calling her, so she continued to follow the sound of the familiar voice until the small ball of light off in the distance bubbled into the room’s dangling, ceiling light bulb. Garret’s tired face blinked in and out as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Fiction
