Friday Reading: Flicktion & Relief

Ok. I am still receiving nomination for best Christian summer reads. Keep them coming. I will begin posting next week in time for Memorial Day. In the meantime I want to share with you some of the stories I've been reading this week with an excerpt of the first paragraph and a link for you to learn more about the book. Lay your mouse on the link and it will pop up more info. Cool! I hope to do this every Friday if I don't forget.

The Doorbells of Florence, flicktion. Andrew Losowsky. Flickr Lulu.

The money kept coming. No matter how much Felice protested, the money kept coming.

Even though his year was up, his grant had ended, the city councillors had assured him more than once that it would not be renewed, and then subsequently denied that it was happening, a significant sum was still being placed in his account, on the 3rd of every month, without fail.

"On the Diving Rock," a short story, Jessica D. Cox. Story South

When we got down to the river I looked at Annie. Her eyes reflected the blue off the water and I wanted to kiss her because the sun was bright on the river, tiny lights shining off the ripples like crystals and I’d kissed her before, but her face looked different that day and I could see she didn’t want to be kissed. Instead I asked if she wanted to swim.

Reluctant Runaway (To Catch a Thief) Jill Elizabeth Nelson. Multnomah. May 2007.

September night pressed in on Desiree Jacobs like an urgent warning. She shrugged the unease away. Flexing rubber soled feet, she gazed on the brick wall half a dzen yards ahead. Under her Mylar jumpsuit, sweat trickled down her ribs.

"The Priest of Exit 53," a short story. Christopher Fisher, Relief Journal. Issue # 2. Winter 2007.

Rodney found religion late in life, his parents being so far from pious. The closest his family came to a spiritual pursuit was his mother's occasional raiding of the local church food pantry. Or maybe you could count the many times his father put the fear of God into his backside with a leather belt. For Rodney, the one thing that came close to a sacred passion was his love for books--his only escape from a mundane existence.