The GodA Story by Amber Rose Warnera practice writing
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 WarnerAuthor's Note
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Added on April 30, 2018 Last Updated on April 30, 2018 AuthorAmber Rose WarnerFarwell, MIAboutJust another mom questioning the meaning of her existence while folding the laundry. more..Writing
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