(Cue spooky soundtrack)
As if the graveyard at midnight wasn’t eerie enough, Livy’s dad boomed out his annual recitation of Edgar Allan Poe.
“At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon—”
Tonight’s mystic moon glimmered around a cloud, through the tops of evergreens, trying in vain to cast a beam into the mild June night and Brighton Cemetery.
“Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall—”
Livy clutched a handful of flowers to her chest and focused on keeping her breath steady and even. Her feet snapped twigs as she and her twin, DeeDee, followed Dad’s flashlight arc along a row of oaks.
His baritone voice pierced the night. “My love, she sleeps! Oh may her sleep, as it is lasting, so be deep—”
A heavy wind sighed overhead. Branches creaked under the weight of the night. Livy dare not reach over and clasp her twin’s hand. If she did, her shaky grip would betray her. Gravel crunched behind her as the groundskeeper trailed them.
“Some sepulcher, remote, alone—”
Most people would never guess famed rocker Declan Decker quoted Edgar Allan Poe. Tonight he was plain old Dad, Howard McCreary, come to pay his respects on the twentieth anniversary of his late wife’s sudden passing.
“Oh to think, poor child of sin, It was the dead who groaned within.”
She ground her teeth to keep from telling him to shut up, he was spooking her. He’d only say twenty-six was far too old to let a midnight cemetery spook her. Still, at each nocturnal visit to Mom’s grave, a secret phobia gripped her. Coimetrophobia. Fear of cemeteries. Each year, she feigned indifference to the waving shadows and moaning wind. She forced herself to stroll with nonchalant strides like her no-nonsense twin.
Copyright @2015 ~DVC~
It’s 1983. Howard aspires to be the next Bruce Springsteen, and doesn’t mind bending a few rules to get there. Then he meets “Luna Tunes,” who sells limericks for a living. Sure, she’s cute, but who does that? And why is she with that goon Brian?
Before Howard can even get her number, he gets arrested for shoplifting a Jimi Hendrix tee. But he doesn’t know a jealous boyfriend awaits his release…
“When Lyric Met Limerick” is a light-hearted, fun romance that will make you smile.
The blurb above was my most valuable take-away from today’s conference. Second takeaway: I heard a heart-warming testimony from a fellow author who discovered a few years ago that God was all about grace, not rule-keeping. It’s sad how many of the unchurched think of Christianity as a bunch of rules that help us be better people. No, it’s God’s grace that makes us righteous in his sight.
If you are learning this for the first time, and you want to know more about how Christianity is not about rules, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’ll be happy to answer any questions you may have.