Pamela Styles
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When Only God Can Save You
Rain battered the roof of the little house. The wind howled at the eaves like an animal out in the storm. Daddy and Dennis were watching something on the television before the storm knocked out the antenna. Momma was in the kitchen finishing the supper dishes and Richard was probably in his room. Now there was nothing but snow on the TV. Golf ball size hail pounded the roof. Daddy watched the storm through the front windows.
By Pamela Styles5 years ago in Families
Lessons Learned
Sitting on the top step of the front the porch Madelyn basked in the sun's rays. The warmth seemed to penetrate her flesh warming her very bones. Indian summer settled in comfortably on this late October day. She was perfectly relaxed, luxuriating in the warmth, listening to the birds and enjoying the fact that she was outside instead of cooped up in the house. Richard and Dennis were at school as they always were this time of year. Each morning the bus came before she awakened and carried her brothers to town. Someday she would be on that bus headed for school. She was certain she wouldn’t like it. She didn’t like strangers. There would be a lot of strangers at school. You had to stay all day and couldn’t come home when you wanted. She didn't like to think about leaving Momma all day.
By Pamela Styles5 years ago in Families
Granny's Sunday Dinner
Madelyn was coloring a page from a book that Granny had gotten in the mail. It was a warm summer afternoon. Grandpa was working in the big garden out back. Roy was napping as he usually did in the afternoons. Granny came in from the kitchen wiping her hands on her apron.
By Pamela Styles5 years ago in Families
A Voice for His Heart
The past two weeks were a blur. There was too much to do as Jenna struggled to figure it out. She paid another month’s rent so there was time to clean out the apartment her older, reclusive, and abrasive brother inhabited for nearly a decade. Finding him slumped in his chair, the television still blasting, his tv tray waiting patiently for her to arrive with his lunch, a lunch he would not get to enjoy. It had been Jenna’s routine since she could remember to bring a hot lunch to her brother every Sunday. She did his grocery shopping every Saturday. She cleaned his kitchen when it simply became unbearable to her, all the while listening docilely as he ranted and raved about the world going to Hell.
By Pamela Styles5 years ago in Families
