Fiction Friday: Micropoetry from the Book

With David, I never hungered;
I ate, & was filled.
With David, I never thirsted;
I drank, & was refreshed.
The House of David
was a healing place.

Patrick’s death had broken Mother,
thus breaking me.
It had, in its own way,
made an orphan of Caitlin,
a dreamer of me.

Though I was favored by David,
I had done nothing to earn it.
I was enough, & so therefore,
I became nothing more.

I loved David more than God,
but to love one another was of God.
David was my sun,
& I revolved around him.

Elder Roberts was my knight in a shiny suit—
a captain of “God’s Army”—
rescuing me from what only he could see
was a house of corruption.

Logline for Because of Mindy Wiley An Irish-Catholic girl coming of age in the Deep South during the New Millennium finds her family splintered when two Mormon missionaries come to her door, their presence and promise unearthing long-buried family secrets, which lead to her excommunication and exile.

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