Hollow Saints

There was this challenge to do a short story in 100 words (118 in this case).  But you can’t really get an entire story in that many words, you only get a glimpse.  Is it a glimpse of action, a glimpse of personality, a glimpse of character development.  Maybe it is just a glimpse of the soul.  This is part fiction, part auto-biographical.  Make of it what you will.

Skull

It is the big, hollow eye-sockets that really get my attention.  I sit on the couch or the bed, reading, writing, working on projects.  It doesn’t matter which room.  They both have skulls sitting on book shelves, the TV stand, on top of cabinets that watch over me as I work.

I often say the reason I keep skulls around is because they are cheerful.  They are always smiling.  But if I’m honest, I think it is because of those hollow, empty eyes that seem to pierce the soul.

In truth, over the years, I’ve started to feel hollow myself.  I feel connected to them.  They are the saints that keep me, since I feel little connection to other symbols.

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