the broken pitcher page 1

the broken pitcher page 1 by ric gustafson


Myron Lindell opened one of his eyes. He closed them again because he hurt so much. He could only remember that a group of young men had chased him into the yard. He opened his eyes again and then tried to look around. He noticed in the dark that he was lying on a mountain of pottery shards. Because he could not get up, he closed his eyes to die.
" Son, let me help you get up".
Myron blinked and tried to adjust his eyes to the dark. " The Potter". He had heard rumors over the years about a strange young man who lived on the edge of town. He stared at a young man who wore a dark beard and had on a white robe.
" Looks like you've had a busy night".
Myron took the young man's outstretched hand and slowly stood up.
" Let's get you inside the house".
Slowly they walked across the yard and into a plain white house.


research help: original story and ' Mended' by Angie Smith


Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric