As the sun set, we walked to the water’s edge, where Shaman Kim made offerings to the sea gods. “Release Sun-sil’s spirit,” she entreated. “Let her come back with me.” She tossed one end of a long piece of white cloth into the waves, then slowly hauled it in, bringing my mother’s spirit with it.
The next morning, the winds were violent, making it impossible to keep the candles lit. Today would be about release: for my mother to be released from this plane and for us to be released from our links to her and from our torments. we began with the same pattern of weeping, wailing, dancing, and chanting, until Shaman Kim finally asked us to sit. Around me, I saw faces filled with sadness but also excitement.
Six for Sunday ~ 27-6-2021: LGBTQIA+ stories on your TBR/TBB (to be bought)
I decided to flip around the pages from 200-300 and see where I landed, and that was 214.
The next morning, I have officially decided drowning is NOT how I want to go.
After Porky Joe gave Dad his aluminium boat, two fishing poles and a tacklebox – apparently a few beers and Godknowswhatelse – we’re spinning in circles in the middle of the lake while Dad sings the theme from Gilligan’s island doing some weird striptease jig. No.
Welcome to father-son bonding, day two.
I’ve tried peeking over at Web’s house numerous times – to wave and let him know I’m here, or watch him flip me the bird, or I don’t know what – but we’re spinning so fast it’s a true miracle we haven’t tipped over.
Six For Sunday ~ 13-6-2021: LGBTQIA+ stories you’d recommend
I had Random.org select a page, it went with 277, I decided to do one page less, and so here is a teaser from 276.An hour later, Celine, Michael, and Odette stood in a corner of darkly veined marble, ensconced in the farthest reaches of a deserted hotel lobby.
Above them, cyrstal-and-brass chandeliers hung like silent sentinels, chiming softly in a ghostly breeze. Lanterns housed in sphere of opaque glass glowed around the room, resembling will-o’-the-wisps floating through the night. Purple orchids and white jasmine perfumed the air, the scent hingint of wealth and far-flung locales. Positioned at either end of the entrance hall were large chinoiserie vases overflowing with long-stemmed roses so deep a shade of red, their petals appeared black in the shadows.