The God

The God

A Story by Amber Rose Warner
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a practice writing

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An elephant. The water stain on the ceiling resembled an elephant.  The eye, a black spot, the trunk pointed toward the mirror.
I watched the tendrils of steam rise from the bathwater. They reminded me of incense, carrying the scent of the  bubbles in my water to the Elephant God.

Baptism. 
I lowered my head to the water until only my nose was sticking out.  Held my breath  as long as I could before rising out of the water, gasping. The water began to cool, I washed my hair and climbed out .After wrapping myself in my favorite robe, I  drained the water, glanced at the Elephant God, wondering if he'd captured all of the  prayers I'd sent up. 
 

© 2018 Amber Rose Warner


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Amber Rose Warner
Amber Rose Warner

Farwell, MI



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