Meredith Dove
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Through the Mirror
The silence was deafening in the cold, white, wide empty room. Not even the footfalls of the woman running made any sound at all though they should have thundered. Stride after stride, her chest heaving with exertion, and still all was silent. It was difficult to tell even that she was truly moving anywhere at all with nothing to hear, and nothing to see to mark her passage.
By Meredith Dove 4 years ago in Fiction
Wedlock
It was hardly the wedding Sallah deserved, on the day we got married. We'd dreamed, she and I, of the day we would join our lives together in the eyes of God, our families, and the world. Sunlight would shine through the stained glass windows of Saint Charlotte's Cathedral, painting the air beautiful jewel tones. Flowers would fill the air with the aroma of romance: roses, lavender, and honeysuckle.
By Meredith Dove 5 years ago in Fiction
The Upheaval
The screams were only muted now, not silent. The red-haired woman couldn't see anything through the haze of dust that filled the air. It could have been from great chasms that had ripped through the ground or from the buildings crumbling on the heads of the people pouring out doorways. Maybe it was both.
By Meredith Dove 5 years ago in Fiction
Love is the Best Spice
I remember being four years old and preparing for Thanksgiving dinner at my great grandmother’s house. I called her Mowie. No one was ever able to tell me why I settled on that to call her, but that’s a different story altogether. My job was helping Mowie prepare the green bean casserole. I took great pride in helping with that dish because my role in it had begun long before that Wednesday, November 23, 1988. Several months earlier, Mowie and I planted the green beans in her garden. Every weekend when I came to her house, I watched the seedlings grow. Sometimes, I would take the little tendrils and wind them around the strings of the lattice because Mowie told me the plants would need the support. Eventually, I helped Mowie harvest those green beans...and I confess that I ate as many straight off the vine as I put into the harvesting basket.
By Meredith Dove 5 years ago in Feast
When You Need a Shoulder
I never thought I would live through a pandemic. I studied things like the Black Plague in history class, I've read numerous stories about life after an apocalyptic plague, my husband and I used to play the board game Pandemic any time family came to visit...but I never considered it would be something that would affect me personally. Then it happened, and it's affect on me is not what I would have guessed once I accepted it,
By Meredith Dove 5 years ago in Motivation
