Maureen J Andrade

I live in the Pacific Northwest with my lovely family. In addition to writing fiction, essays, and poetry, I'm a professional artist. My goals are simple: to love my work and work with love. Kurt Vonnegut wrote, we are each "an unwavering band of light," and in my creations I try to illustrate what I think he meant.

Web Site: http://fictionique.com/?author=126


Liturgy Ends

Liturgy Ends

Beneath stained glass windows depicting martyrs and saints, Lucinda sat with her mother and grandparents. Waiting for midnight mass to begin, she studied a sculpture of Mary holding Jesus, her son and sacrifice. A bundle of candles made its way down the aisle, and she took a taper. When the priest passed, with altar...
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Liturgy – Part V

Liturgy – Part V

Lucinda finished a seven mile run in front of a small, blue bungalow. Entering the yard through a white picket fence, she stopped to admire her mother’s flower garden. Bursting with a hodgepodge of colors, the garden was like a jeweled necklace wrapping around the house. Having sold their larger home during the divorce,...
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Liturgy IV

Liturgy IV

Lucinda felt like an elfin beauty walking out of the girls’ locker room at Hudson High School. Having achieved the height of 5’8” the summer before her freshman year, she was mighty. Her hair was cut short and dyed the color of strawberries. Her large brown eyes were made up with mascara and eye-liner,...
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Liturgy III

Liturgy III

Delivered to a sprawling, redbrick building by a big, yellow bus, Lucinda put her head down, and pushed through the crowd. Wearing knock-off designer jeans and carrying a sack-like bag, she felt like an imposter, a wanna-be Normal Teenager. Touching her spiral-permed hair and poofy bangs, she knew she looked ridiculous. Middle school had...
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Liturgy II

Liturgy II

Driving through high desert in a Toyota Tercel with no air conditioning, Lucinda, her younger sister Sarah, and their father were red-faced and sweating. Staring at sagebrush and train tracks through dirty car windows, they made no conversation. They listened to a tape of Cyndi Lauper. Lucinda quietly sang along to “True Colors,” feeling...
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Liturgy

Liturgy

Lucinda sat with her bony bottom pressed onto a hard, wooden pew. On her right sat her grandparents; to her left, her younger sister Sarah. Her grandmother was beautiful, with large brown eyes and a smart haircut. Her grandfather was an old Swede, with thinning hair and age spots. Lucinda and Sarah looked just...
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SideNotes

Chain Lightning

Chain Lightning

Women, and I can’t have been the first to notice, are different in crisis. Women of a certain age and life experience are magical beings flying, all too often, under the radar and beyond the sonar of man, until they fold their wings and descend or surface to save their slice of the world.

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