Cindy Calder
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From Charleston SC - "I am still learning." Michelangelo
Stories (250/0)
Dia de los Muertos
It was November 2nd, the last day of el Dia de los Muertos. Carmen Maria Isabella Sande Junquera entered the cathedral, pausing to dip her fingers in the holy water basin and bow to the crucifix while crossing herself. Candles lit the cathedral as far as she could see, their lights bouncing off the massive 24-karat décor. Though it was dimly lit, Carmen observed the church appeared to be vacant. Where was everyone? This was abuela’s funeral mass and her abuelita knew more than half the town. It was unthinkable that no one had shown up for it save her granddaughter.
By Cindy Calder8 months ago in Fiction
Unspoken Understanding
I look up and spy him just mere inches from where I lay propped in the bed, reading my book. He’s elegantly situated just down from me. His step was so soft and silent, I didn’t hear or feel him as he entered the room and jumped onto the bed. He’s such a beautiful, sweet boy. So soft, sleek and elegant with every move he makes.
By Cindy Calder9 months ago in Humans
Million Dollar Friend. Runner-Up in Nourished Challenge.
Giving birth is a monumental endeavor, and one that’s not easily forgotten for a multitude of reasons. So is also the case with the circumstances and people that surround us during that pivotal part of our lives. Memories are made and shared and live long after those moments have dissipated into the spectrum of time.
By Cindy Calder9 months ago in Feast
Shattered . Content Warning.
The room was dimly lit, befitting the seriousness of the situation at hand. Isabelle lay on the bed, her arm stretched across her eyes in an attempt to shield herself from the brutal force of reality. It was deathly silent except for the sound of her own heartbeat reverberating like thunder in her ears. Occasionally, a muffled sob issued forth, its owner attempting, albeit unsuccessfully, to submerge the array of emotions embodied in his cloaked cry.
By Cindy Calder9 months ago in Fiction
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