The Nice Thing About Strangers

Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.

(Nearly Forgot You, Friday)

Next week we’ll go back to Europe. For now, let’s pick something up from to Georgia, USA.

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Her prayers, when she remembered to say them, were usually perfunctory but sometimes when she had done something wrong or heard music or lost something, or sometimes for no reason at all, she would be moved to fervor and would think of Christ on the long journey to Calvary, crushed three times on the rough cross. Her mind would stay on this for a while and then get empty and when something roused her, she would find that she was thinking of a different thing entirely, of some dog or some girl or something she was going to do some day.

-“A Temple of the Holy Ghost.” Flannery O’Connor. Collected Stories.

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This entry was posted on April 6, 2012 by in Inspiration, Literature and tagged , , , , , , , , .

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