Ashley Blooms was born and raised in Cutshin, Kentucky, and received her MFA from the University of Mississippi. Her short fiction has appeared in Strange Horizons, Shimmer, and On Spec. You can find her online at ashleyblooms.com.
I used to imagine the Holy Ghost as a fog that slept in the rafters of our church. I thought our music, singing, and shouting woke the Spirit. When It looked down and saw us, It was reminded of how lonely It was, how much It loved the children of God. Like the wind, the Holy Ghost wasn’t visible, but we could still feel Its power. It gave those It touched the ability to speak in tongues, the word of God pouring out of their mouths in garbled consonants and rolling vowels.