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| Author: | Sunnyg [ Mon Feb 03, 2014 3:58 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | The single black glove - excerpt from a novel by Sunnyg |
Excerpt from a novel by sunnyg Chapter 5: Single black glove The next day, I was walking laps with my baby around the house when I saw a single, black fleece glove placed on the arm of the sofa. I was home alone. How had it gotten there? It had appeared between one of the laps. I quickened my pace past the sofa, through the dining room, holding Jamie tight. Was someone there? My mind was ablaze with thoughts. In the O. J. Simpson trial, the key piece of evidence for the defense was the black glove found at the scene. I’d read the theory that one of the jury members believed in God and had heard a sermon about missing socks being evidence of a God. The idea was that God had interfered in the O.J. case; according to the article, the single black leather glove was God’s mark. Is somebody gonna come and kill me? Why the hell is there a black glove on the sofa? How did it get there? I looked at the sofa, then turned back and walked through the kitchen. The lap took less than five seconds. A brief moment in time. The cats were nowhere to be seen. How did the glove land on the armrest of the sofa? Considering the options terrified me. Who could have snuck in so fast? Is there a stalker in the house? Maybe this is an act of God. Or is it time travelers? I hoped it was the cats, but how could they have done it without my seeing them? Did I have selective vision? I raced to the stairs. I held Jamie tight and rushed to lock myself and my baby in the nursery. I rocked her in my arms and cried. In my darkest moments of terror, locked in the nursery, holding Jamie in my arms, I prayed to God for protection from the terror of isolation in my country house and the thought of the single black glove. Tears stained my face as I recited Psalm 23, a prayer I’d learned as a young child to deal with darkness when my parents turned off the lights. I relied on the teachings of my childhood that God is good. I didn’t know how else to deal with the fear and terror of my experience. When things started happening that I couldn’t explain, my basic instincts led me to trust in God. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. When Jack got home, he found me locked in the nursery, still holding Jamie in my arms, distraught. “What is wrong?” he asked. “Jack, I’m so afraid. Please stay with me,” I said. “What happened?” he asked. “I was home alone; then a single black glove appeared on the sofa, and I don’t know how it got there,” I said. “I’m sure it was the cats,” he said, unable to connect beyond conversation as I rocked Jamie gently. I never knew fear like I did that summer I first lost my mind. Jack didn’t understand but realized by then that something was seriously wrong. |
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