Delta Shorts – Flash Fiction from the Delta
Short fiction drawn from the people and places of the Delta
THE THREAT: Heed the Reaper
WARNING: See end of post! THE THREAT: Heed the Reaper by William Prentiss It started with a threat... While attending Bible college, in another life, I memorized a proverb describing...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Thirteen
By WILLIAM PRENTISS“Judge not that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Twelve
By WILLIAM PRENTISSI lie here mortally disconnected to humanity, only God! Sis, not sure if I can hear while I lie in abeyance, a dormant state, cognition unknown but to...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Eleven
By WILLIAM PRENTISS My world is obsidian; it was formerly gray splintered by veiny shafts of ochre spasmodically penetrating the unseen with countenance warming spumes of hope, now curtained in...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Ten
By WILLIAM PRENTISSI no longer have use for money, material possessions, or tangibles associated with not being in a presumed coma. It costs to keep me wherever Sis is keeping...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Nine
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Prior to being in a suspended state due to a brutal attack, I thought I possessed a highly developed, acute conscience. Now I lie here, day after day,...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Eight
By WILLIAM PRENTISS“Real religion cannot be opposed to intellect.” -- Leo Tolstoy A perennial question plaguing thinkers, believers and thinking believers concerns the relationship of faith, reason and intellect. Does...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Seven
By WILLIAM PRENTISSI lie here only able to hear, and that unknown to others, thinking about empathy and compassion, wondering about the root of both. What compels us to feel...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Six
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Hours on end, thinking yet not seeing, hearing but not feeling, feeling but never expressing, this is my wakened state, unknown to none but me, and God of...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Five
By WILLIAM PRENTISSMy mind is a merciless jailor, more so than my motionless frame. I haven’t moved a leg, limb or eyelash for two years; my thoughts hold more of...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Four: Pilgrims
By WILLIAM PRENTISS I had already begun contemplating death prior to my present state. When younger, healthy and virtually free of scars and the tissue that remains, death was something far...