Browsing Category: Short Story

               It did not always need to be deep: life and love and all’s emotions.  There were times, and many, when it was enough to enjoy and immerse in the simple pleasures, whims, and desires that arose—to celebrate what is always there when simplified and allowed to be.                So it was in the morning […]

               Candles burned in the red brick hearth.  Hearts of their white bodies glowed yellow-pure through translucence of heat-softened skin.                Drunk of the wine took warm in flesh, taste saying on her lips tongue, both savored in his kiss.                He laid her body before the light—skin and heart as candles’ own.  Lifting gown […]

               High of joy overcame in her knowing change and new were near—beginning move and manifest of vision-dream that she desired.                Knowing it was near, imagination made more fully: details and nuance—spirit and mood—of change and new to define home, floor, and rooms.                She saw it all, felt it all—seer by bloodline magic: […]

               Winter was near to end.                He dreamt of the farm.  He dreamt of spring—of summer and autumn too; of her fair of skin at spring’s begin; the way it changed, like woods and world, in live of the follow-seasons: fairness given color-tan; freckles, like dappled flowering of flesh, breaking on her skin; colors […]

               In make of the miracle, her body changed, and as with many changes—even those that are good, blessed, and gift—she was uncertain.                She was uncertain she would still be loved, desired as before, and in conscious of the change, she was reticent to live such open-free as she had in life before.                […]