Jerry Smeding
Stories (2/0)
First Sunday
That first Sunday had faded from her memory just as its recording had slowly sunk into the memory banks of her somewhat dilapidated desktop. However, she had already reconstructed much of what had come before. She had only recently realized that the motivation for that first Sunday had been brewing for years. It had started as a nagging restless feeling, occasionally mutating into irritation, even outbursts of frustration, sometimes climaxing in feelings of disgust and, eventually, anger.
By Jerry Smeding3 years ago in Fiction
I felt
“I felt …… it was so strange. This must be what grandpa talks about. Opa is so stubbornly set in his way – in ‘protecting his humanity’, as he likes to say. Where is the humanity in having a grandfather who shows obvious favoritism towards my less fortunate cousins?
By Jerry Smeding3 years ago in Humans