“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!