photo by Sarah Potter
Susie headed toward the door. She had allowed just the right time to run across the street and through the yards five blocks down to her house. She would climb up the tree and into her bedroom window with just enough time to get into her nightgown before her mother came in to wake her. Susie always had perfect timing.
Opening the door of her boyfriend’s apartment building, Susie couldn’t believe her eyes! It couldn’t be. It hadn’t been in the forecast. Now her secret outings would be uncovered.
If the snow didn’t, her mother was going to kill her!
100 Words, Fiction
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I’ve noticed quite a few posts on Symbol today as it is the photo prompt for the Daily Post. I don’t usually do those prompts, and in fact, it has been some months since I even looked at their prompts but I was steered there by the posts today. I especially enjoyed Robin’s post and Momma’s post.
There are several symbols that have meaning for me but for today, I am picking the cross, and by extension, the crucifix. I am not very religious. I’m more spiritual than religious. However, having been raised a Catholic for the fist 7 or 8 years of my life, the foundation years as I like to call them, the cross has a significance in my life. It means family as everyone in my family, both on my mother’s side and on my father’s side, were/are Catholic, or at lest Christian. It means tradition as a vast majority of Latinos are Catholic and the cross is a hugely important symbol in the Latino background and traditions, at least as far as I see it. It means hope that some higher power is looking out for me. It means faith in that higher power or in the universe and I think we all need something to hope for at some point in our lives.
Here are some crosses I keep near and dear to me:
Brightly painted cross, meant for children, I believe.
St. Brigid’s cross brought for me from Ireland by an old friend.
Crucifix I gifted my grandmother in 1990. When she passed in 2008, it became mine.
Another one of my grandmother’s crucifixes that reside with me.
This is one of four crosses that adorned my grandmother’s casket. And the little gold necklace cross was given to me by my mother as a Christmas gift about twenty years ago!
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