Taking Shelter

by solaris2001

She wrapped the clouded glass rosary around her frail hands and clutched it tight to her withered bosom, like an anchor chain straining at the winch of a rotting schooner tossing on rough seas. Knelt next to her husband’s rusting foot locker on the floor of the closet beneath the stairs, she whispered quiet, obedient, desperate prayers as glass shattered in the kitchen down the hall. She knew he couldn’t protect her now, but she wished her husband was by her side. As the closet door opened violently, she cried out, “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us–”