68. The Contortionist

There was a time when she didn’t know what to do with this body. It felt foreign and disconnected from who she thought she was. She mistreated it but it still loved her back. Now she knew it’s every curve and angle as she showed it off to others. The effect was always pleasing. Though few could guess, it was to her perspective first.

67. The Archpriest

The trip had been arduous, a journey few could bear. She had whittled down her possessions long ago to accommodate her travels. Tossing them aside she joined the line up with tourists of all kinds to go in, light a candle and say her prayers. Upon exiting, she was somewhat miffed that her bag was missing. With the joy of God in her heart, she was it as a sign that she carry on without her heavy load.

66. Seatbelt Photo

It was the only picture he had of him. He had been staring at it for years trying to figure him out, why he left, and what resemblance they had with one another. Searching within the shadows he tried to connect, emulating and adoring the image. As he got older he realized he was nothing like him and his anger rose. He buried it under a stack of record albums. Now the dude who bought the collection from him was returning the long lost photo.