A Polish Prayer for The Woods
written by: Iris Taylor
“I don’t like this place,” Eda said to her sister Rasine. “Mother says it’s haunted.”
“Don’t be a baby.” Rasine was leading them through the dark woods. “If it makes you feel better, let’s pray. Father Jan says it comforts the souls of the dead.”
“Eternal rest,” Eda began, pulling her headscarf tight, “grant unto them, O Lord—”
Rasine joined in, “—and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace—”
A tree branch snapped. The girls jumped and screamed.
“How can I rest in peace,” a raspy voice asked through the woods, “with you praying so loud?”
Originally from New England, I've lived in many different places and have worn many different hats. I'm currently a Head of Operations for an e-commerce website, and my husband and I have a house in California with one very spoiled dog. I'm active on Scribophile, where I'm toiling away at a fantasy novel.
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