When Bread Was Born
A forgotten pot of porridge in Ancient Egypt
Five thousand desert
Years till wild yeast finds clay pot.
Miraculous bread.
About the Creator
PK Colleran
Longtime teacher, now trying my hand at writing. Poetry, essays and even experimenting with fiction.
Enjoyed working with a friend as editor of his bilingual poetry, published in 2022 by Cafh Foundation: Landscape of the Soul on Amazon.
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Praying on the weak
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. It showed my lonely chambers, in the back of a cold church. It showed Alby Duncan and his daughter, Lucy, standing behind me. Alby had been a member of my flock so long that I remember Lucy being born. 19 years ago that was. It was always a delight to see them. Lucy smiled at me in the mirror. “Hello, Father Morris,” she says.
By Shane Dobbiea day ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Oh that was so cool, how I felt a rush of time from the beginning to the end. Well done!!
Wonderful!
Love it!
Very good!
Nice, it’s like I went back in time
Miraculous indeed. Wonderful.
very nice I like it, 😀