APARTMENT 2D

APARTMENT 2D

torment

Tuesday, 3:25 PM

God was not here.

Not in the candles flickering in their small, round holders nor in the tarnished silver crosses crowding the walls. There was no God in the ornate golden crosses standing, like an army of Holy soldiers, lined along the floor. And nowhere was He seen in the stout wooden planks, joined in that space just above their middles, resting side by side on the dresser or leaning upright against the mirror.

And those smaller slabs laying on the night table near the bed or propped against the baseboards along the floor?

Nothing but wood and metal.

No, God was not here.

These ordinary pieces of wood and polished metal had not taken the bloody journey from cross to crucifix. A dying Christ did not writhe, battered and beaten, a crown of thorns tearing his scalp, on those iconic twin slabs.

Yet she still kneeled, the familiar—

“In my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and what I have failed to do—”

falling from her lips as