Catapult Alumni | Fiction


A tale of letting go of things not meant for us

My evening run was a bust. I was getting soaked but wasn’t surprised. I had seen the storm clouds looming, felt the wind freshening. Still, I’d ventured out, hoping to get at least a mile or two in before the rains came. It had been a stressful day and I really needed to clear my head so I could start preparing for the weekend. I hadn’t gotten a quarter mile before the skies opened up and turned me back.

Is that… no, it can’t be.


Yeah. Surprise. Lord, give me strength.

You can say that again.

Please, Father, give me patience, I haven’t even heard why she’s here yet.

How could I?