Dirty Halo

By Erica Lamar

I didn’t mean to listen. I swear. It’s not even really my fault. Papa had practically chased me down here. He scared me. So much. Very much. So you see, I had to hide. He yelled my name throughout the chapel. The aggressiveness not really fitting in. Pastor Jones, all around nice guy. Family man.

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Painting by Grace Marion

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