Silent Waters Running Still

The Truth Can Save | A Secret Can Kill

When I was sixteen, I met a girl. She was sitting on a ten-speed bicycle, one foot on a pedal the other on the curb. She smiled at me. It was the kind of smile you cannot help but make, as if she smiled because she had no other choice. And it’s funny, because I can’t remember our first kiss. But I remembered every one after.

There are quiet mysteries in life, and like silent waters they run still and deep; mysteries about secrets we bury and the ripples they leave behind.

Writing Scheduled for 2027