Gò0dNews for Everyone
The Glance by S.B. Evans
“B
ut encourage one another day after day, as long as it is still called ‘Today,’ so that none of you will be hardened by
the deceitfulness of sin” (Hebrews 3:13).
Two young women take photos in the alley art gallery. They walk away. One wears torn jeans. The torn white fringe on the blue jeans looks cool from the back, with the breeze.
I sit on a black and brown wooden bench
Pretty soon, I have to go back to my apartment.
dedicated “in the loving memory of Carol Bryant
When I left for church, the guy downstairs slammed
Brock,” black and gold name plate. My heart feels sad after a lonely church service, where people stared and did not welcome, maybe because of my low-cut blouse (which I wore only to bear the heat, 90-plus with high humidity). Rain drops pitter-patter while my heart drops into my stomach like granite and I see a sign written in turquoise that says “Blue Finn” and I think of sharks. A closer
doors, mad over losing his (unassigned) parking space to another driver. People argue bitterly over parking spots. The two young women return to the alley art gallery. The tall brunette looks back. Was she seeing my heart (or my low-cut blouse)? (I shouldn’t have worn it, especially to church, but I felt so hot). I like the sound of the rain dropping and the cool breeze blowing. I like the way the
look reveals an art shop with a
green tree leaves move gently
picture of a beautiful brunette
in the breeze, and I stare at
girl with a white flower in her hair. Underneath the girl’s picture I read: “Defend Dignity.” A vehicle with bad
the magenta currency of the crepe myrtle. I see one bird on a wire and several chimney swifts, flying. I’ve heard
suspension creaks and
that chimney swifts are
rushes through the
acrobats. Chimney swifts
street light. I see the left
are masters of the vertical
red turn signal and other
cling, I’ve read. They are
red tail lights of cars. They stop and then go.
38 // July 2020
like old women praying.
