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The Glance - Chapter 1: As he put the Host into each hand, he repeated the mantra, “The Body of Christ, the Bread of Heaven,” letting his fingers rest for a split second on the palm of each pair of hands, his eyes briefly making contact with each person’s face. He had done it for so long that he knew how to time it – just long enough for each person to know that they had been seen, but not so long that he intruded into their time with God. Those glances were always so shockingly intimate, so
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Rescue Me! Chapter 8: The trumpets pealed out; the choir and congregation sang lustily as the acolytes swung their thuribles in vertical circles. The procession moved forward carefully amidst the wildly waving palm fronds. It was Palm Sunday and this old Anglo-Catholic church did it up right. Jeremy looked around wide-eyed at everything that was going on. He’d been coming to church with John for months now, but this, this was something from another world. The bright red robes, the long proces
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Rescue Me! – chapter 7: Normalcy? John sat at his desk, taking a welcome breather from all the hustle and bustle of the Shelter. He could look out through the glass walls and see everyone – some sitting at tables just drinking coffee quietly; others engaged in lively discussion; yet others hunched over tables playing chess with that intense concentration of true chess aficionados; and Jeremy, weaving his way back and forth through the tables, popping in and out of the kitchen, spreading his p
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Rescue Me! – chapter 6: They woke up Sunday and went to church. John had invited Jeremy to join him, and Jeremy had agreed. It became abundantly clear within the first few minutes that this was all completely new to him. John took them to his parish church, having warned Jeremy to dress warmly. In the middle of winter, despite internal heating, there was almost no way to warm the old stone building comfortably, so coats, hats, scarves and gloves were not only fashionable, they were practical.
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Rescue Me! – chapter 5: An Idyll He awoke gently, no suddenness, no abruptness, no surprises, just a gentle coming to consciousness, and a growing awareness of life. He noticed that he wasn’t alone, and memory came floating back. The body gently breathing against his, the tousled head resting on his chest, rising and falling with his own breathing, the warmth all along one side, the rigidity thrusting against his hip – this was Jeremy, sleeping in his own bed beside him. He turned his head sli
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Rescue Me! Chapter 4: A reluctant no They were finished for the day. The last client had left and now it was just the two of them – John and Jeremy, trying to figure out how they were going to negotiate the next little bit. Jeremy had gotten dry clothes during the day and John took him back into the clothing room now. “OK, let’s get you some clothes to take back with you tonight. I’m guessing they didn’t pack everything for you when you left. Any change we can go back to your apartment and
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Rescue Me! – chapter 3: What next? Friday morning dawned clear, sunny and cold. It wasn’t snowing today, but it was colder that the previous couple of days. It seemed counter-intuitive, but it had to warm up to snow. Today was really cold. The thermometer had dropped below zero; there was no wind but the cold was damp and biting. John shook his head as he opened the door to the Shelter. He knew that he’d have a capacity crowd today. He also knew that some of them, the younger, less experienced
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Chapter 2: The soup thickens Another day, another blizzard – that’s life in Montreal in the depths of winter; snow, snow, snow varied with ice, blasting chills, colds and sniffles. Why was he still here? John continued stirring the soup. He leaned over the pot, carefully sniffing the aroma. Roasting the vegetables really did add another layer of flavor to the soup. He added some salt and tasted again. He’d been lucky enough to have a couple of large hams donated yesterday, so he’s spent some t
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Chapter 1: A new door opens. The door banged open – again – letting in a blast of bitingly frigid January air. It was snowing out, the wind was blowing, and it wasn’t fit for man or beast. Yet the door kept opening and closing, opening and closing, as more and more people filtered into the Shelter. It was warm in the Shelter – not just the warmth from the heaters, but warm with the staff’s concern for each person. It was warm and rich with the smells drifting out of the tiny kitchen from the s
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A Christmas Surprise (vers. 2) It was late; the fire warmed and lighted the room. Candles lit the windows; snow fell gently outside. He sat in the semi-darkness sipping his cognac. In a funny kind of way, Hank was content, not happy exactly, but content. It was his tenth year teaching at the university, and things had settled down. He had a small group of very bright grad students working with him; he enjoyed his undergraduate classes, and he had grown to love this small, academic town. He
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Christmas Midnight Mass Montreal Ormolu (2009) The priest shook the last hand, waved to the last person, exchanged best wishes and blessings with the last family and finally closed the church doors. He was exhausted. The service had gone well, everything had come off just the way they had planned. And he was exhausted. It always hit him this way. It was the let-down after all the build-up leading to Christmas – all the services, all the special music, all the planning, all the different serm
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Death wears many masks… Death wears many masks; I learned that the summer I fell in love. You wouldn’t think that death and love go together, but sometimes they do. Learning to love means learning to let go; learning to love means dying to different parts of yourself; learning to love is learning to die. I fell in love. How simple that statement is, but I fell in love with a boy, and that’s a whole different thing. I loved his hair, his eyebrows which grew together above the bridge of his no
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Graduation They filed across the stage, grinning and posing for their friends and families. Each of them filled with conflicting emotions and dreams. It was their final high school appearance; they left here with fond memories and experiences, and with dark memories and experiences, too. High School was such a tough time – for everyone, students, parents and teachers. He shook hands with yet another graduate as he handed them their diploma, one after another after another, until they became a
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“Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust …” “Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust …” The priest’s voice faded in and out, phrases ringing in the stillness then slipping back into a background mumble. Every few minutes, the sounds of a plane flying overhead on final approach interrupted the religious flow. His memory slipped in and out, too, overlapping images from other times and other places. And running through it all, that other funeral from just a few, short months back. The
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He looked himself over in the mirror, pleased with the reflection. “Tall, lean, and lookin’ good,” he thought to himself. He’d taken especial care dressing this evening, taking a shower and shaving beforehand. He liked to look good, but especially so when he went out. And tonight, he was going out. He didn’t know who he’d see, and he didn’t much care, but he still wanted to look good. He enjoyed the quick, envious sidelong glances he received when he was “lookin’ good.” He wasn’t looking back, b
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He hugged his son, the requisite A-frame hug, shoulders and just a little upper chest touching, arms stiffly around the back, a quick, brusque, tough-guy squeeze. He never thought what he was teaching his son through his hugs. He never thought about what his son was feeling, what his son was missing. He protected himself with the hug. It was automatic, second nature, reflex camouflage. He didn't think about it. By the time his son finished puberty is was firmly in place. He was a man, and his so
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His “other” son was coming for a visit. Well, he was his real son’s best friend, but nonetheless he’d always hung around the house, playing, visiting, growing up as if his own kid’s adopted brother, so he felt like the “other” son. Anyway, he was coming for a visit. He was in his thirties now, all grown up, a man not a boy. Strange that he was still unmarried. Oh well, he’d certainly played the field and gone out with enough young women throughout the years. Maybe he just hadn’t met the right on
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“Quit that,” he hissed at the bouncing dog in front of him. Of course, that’s exactly what the dog didn’t do. She was excited. He was nervous, so she got more excited. Jim was having an awful time getting her to settle down and pay attention to him. How was he going to win with the dog – and himself – acting up like this? “Will you settle down?” He turned her in a little circle, trying to get her to let off some steam and remember her ring manners. “Can I touch her,” came the question from ou
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I have been reading this story for a while now, missed it while you were finishing the other and am very glad you've come back to it. You lay out the issues which many of us have had to struggle with while coming out and facing up to ourselves. Thank you. Looking forward to the rest.
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I have enjoyed this whole series. I love sci fi, and am really enjoying the creativity behind this story. Look forward to the rest.
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Fun. Interesting premise and builds tension well. I enjoyed it.
