Excerpt from Shepherds and Kings
Leila was dying, and she knew it. Death tasted bitter in her throat. She’d really blown it big this time, and now there was no way out. I’m a failure, just like everyone said I would be. Leila shut the blinds in her tiny one room apartment to keep out the lights and general good will of the world around her, the cheer of the stupid holiday she would probably never celebrate again. Some neighbor’s Christmas music floated through the walls, and the memories sprang unbidden into Leila’s mind.
She could see herself as a little girl again, healthy, happy and hopeful—before everything started to go wrong. She’d always set up the little Nativity scene near the Christmas tree. She pictured the shepherds and the wise men gathered around Mary and Joseph and Baby Jesus, offering the Christ Child their gifts. All shining softly in the glow from the tree and surrounded by the scent of pine.
Now it was gone, all of it. She couldn’t go back to the past and she had no future to speak of. Now there was no way out.
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