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Film Upon The Glass
No longer able to afford the cable , her television gathered dust in a corner of the tiny room . The only other furniture was a worn couch with a lopsided dinner tray beside it . Any light entering the room was filtered through a dingy window she had long ago given up putting a covering over . Her smoking had put its own film upon the glass .
She flipped through the same magazines again , their pages fading from the oils in her fingers .
Debra Burgess
Reaching for the cigarettes , she tapped the pack until it released another tobacco cylinder . Lighting up , she inhaled deeply , enjoying the freshness of the inhalation before the coughing wracked her body once more . This one took longer than ever before to recede , and she could feel spittle dribbling down her chin . Sitting back she wiped it away with the sleeve of her tattered robe .
Her mind screamed in anger at how she didn ’ t deserve this life allotted to her . Her tear ducts had long ago dried up leaving only bitter memories . In frustration she spoke out into the empty air , “ God , you ’ ve never helped me a day in my life , if you were real you ’ d have come knockin ’ long ago !”
Her cigarette had burned down to the filter . Stubbing it out she closed the pages she ’ d been looking at . Maybe she could sleep some more ? She reached for the blanket nearby and readied her head for the flattened pillow when a knock came to her door . Looking at the door , she wondered if it was even worth moving to answer it .
I love to encourage the heart of people to be who they are meant to be in Christ , individually made and uniquely designed .
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6 DOZ Magazine October 2018