Gathering – Once Upon the Ink – Kerri Lynn

The sun is a ball of overeager energy; its bright, fat, fingers of heat clutching the small windows and doors, trying to push their way inside – the smell of hot dirt and clashing cooking spices wafting through the air already, though it’s only morning. I sit, resting my head against the cool, clay bricks of the wall behind me; content to be sitting cross legged in the shadows on the floor close to Jesus, watching him as he waits. He just got the news about John, and I can see grief in the tilt of his chin, the way he glances out the window now and then. The seriousness hidden behind his eyes. It comes at him in waves, what happened to his ...