“It was all very innocent at first. He wanted to show me an old bible that local historians dated back to before the church was built. I wanted to see it, maybe photograph it, hold a piece of history. Once upon a time I was a Catholic, attending mass every Sunday like a good little girl, not fully believing in the Word, but not bold enough to challenge it yet. This old bible was part of my history, too. Despite my initial attraction during service, following Pastor Luke into the archival room of the old church was purely for the sake of journaling.”
My trip to Savannah in May let loose a flood of new stories, one of which I will share a little bit of during the New Voices Reading Series on Thursday. It’s a bit of a departure from what I normally write, mostly because, well, there happen to be some “naked time” scenes included.
I NEVER write about naked time. I allude to it, mention it in passing, or let my readers draw their own conclusions. However, to write an actual scene, DURING ACTIVITIES? I’m blushing just thinking about it. But what can I do? This is the story my characters relayed to me. I just transcribe it.
Feel free to point and laugh at the reading.
xoxo,
Raquel Ivelisse