Browsing Category: Short Story

        “Have you ever thought of writing stories,” he asked, “making metaphor and fiction of truths you don’t know quite how to say?  Change the focus, change the names, but find an outlet still for what you wish to say want for another to know—whatever that it is.         Maybe then what […]

               Winter snow melted away.                 Warm front arrived and, together, they dreamt of coming spring—yellow daffodils in rise and wake from long of winter’s sleep.                Across in room, he gazed on his wife dressed in yellow hue.  In repose, she sat in loveseat place before wide and bright of window view letting in […]

               Night arrived, end of day, she was alone and home was still.  Home was quiet in peace that settled and came in last moment of day’s live before submission of wake’s will back to the realm of dream.                In quiet of night-settled peace, she rested in seat alone, wooden chair at head of […]

               Full moon over snow, whole of night scene glowed: round full white of the winter moon, silver halo, bright in ring, dimming softly outward into an infinite above snowed earth in pale, fair blue brighter than the silver sky.                In a tree by window’s view, owl rested in its crown.                Anna gazed […]

               She thought of golden aspens then, their sight through sky of light-fall snow, faint grey of sky in the falling down and in the clear of after-blue.                She dreamed a mountain meadow, aspens’ stand at open’s edge, cast of shadow beneath gold’s bright and brilliance’s give to darkness in mountain’s ascent into the […]

               He thought of her dark and wide-set eyes in look unique to her alone and which he’d never found in face or designing of another: a strange and suppressed comeliness, subtle beauty, becoming more apparent the longer one allowed their eyes to see and that, like her spirit, aloof and quiet, made him imagine […]