Ruth and Boaz – Part 2

The silver light dances across the white tiles of the empty hall. I am brooding, my hand clenched around a statue of dried clay, my gaze fixated unseeing upon the unfinished mural before me. I have not set foot in this room for seven years, and apparently, neither has anyone else. The dust lies heavy … Continue reading Ruth and Boaz – Part 2

Ruth and Boaz – Part 1

The soft light of candles flickered across her shadowed neck. The forgiving darkness of night enclosed the swirls of her skirt. The filmy swirls of hair adorned her bowed head. She was too innocent to be sensual and too sensual to be innocent. Just old enough to know the ways of the world, and just … Continue reading Ruth and Boaz – Part 1