“Just a few more minutes” Dad whispered as orange tongues of flame licked the yurt’s wood-burning stove, “and we’ll be warm as toast.” He winked. Burrowed under a mountain of blankets, I winked back.
There was Something Big in Dad. Something you didn’t see at first. Something you had to look for.
These are the first two paragraphs in my true-life short story, The Monument. I just received word that The Monument won First Place in the Christian Creative Writer’s Short Story Contest.
Read the full story here. It’s short. I promise. Let me know what you think in the Comments section.
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One other quick announcement: I’m taking off the rest of August thru mid-September to focus on some family projects and priorities. See you back when temperatures start to drop and the winds turn chilly!