Harold wrapped his sturdy fingers around Viola's dainty biceps, pulled her close, kissed her, and held her tighter than ever His
longings faded and his heart swelled. Viola could hear and feel the strength of its thump against her ear. A few feet from them, a pot-bellied, capped, and bearded fisherman tossed sardines to frenzied seagulls above him. Years later, Viola recalled honing in on the seagull overture during their embrace and how she delighted in their melody over the rhythm of
his heart. Harold took a small step back to wholly view her. It was then, she revealed - the moment she saw salvation in his eyes. He had stared the devil down on foreign soil. Soil that his pale, lanky frame, soft adolescent voice, and indefatigable avowal swore a generalship of righteousness on. Harold once told her, "Jesus found me fit. Fit to make use of my proposition." Years later, Harold told his congregation, "I survived and saw Viola's face...I heard her sweet voice. It was time to uphold my end of the deal."
You are the flame east of Eden. It is time for you to
shine, Seth!
Sheldon Strickland was born in Cleveland, Ohio in January 1967. When he was eleven, his mother moved him and his younger brother to Southern California, where he grew up and met his wife. They then relocated to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Sheldon is an accomplished musician with album, film, and television credits, living his best life.