Browsing Category: Short Story

               There were days they still went to the park and field to play at the goals and white-chalked lines as they had when they were young: soccer ball’s roll, compete of dashes, cuts and body-checks—spirits nearer to fourteen than bodies’ become of forty.                They were a step or two—or three or more—slower than […]

               “So what are you today?” he asked.  “Ocean, storm, morning dew, or something entirely new?”                She smiled, dark and depth of her eyes in brighten at pose and phrasing of the question.                “New,” she answered one-worded and plain.                “And what is that?” he asked in follow.                “Me,” giggle slipped in […]

               The old man noticed the woman immediately on enter to coffee shop.  Unmade in makeup or cover, earth-toned in dress; brown leggings, and plaited, thick weave sweater and scarf of pattern-match—child to chest—she had a natural beauty unadorned, like autumn day when leaves are gone but there remains a beauty in the plainness, a […]

               They sat together at island place in study of patterned prints.  To each, he imagined her upon.  She was beautiful, made the patterns more so, and he could not help but think.                For a subtle room few would notice or see, but they would, it was reason enough to remodel and make in […]

               In return of the cool and autumn-change, Hannah made note of world around.  Lawns and lanes of the park became as crowns of the trees above—open and empty, golden hintings in hold of way of before but nothing as summer’s fill and full.                She liked the quiet, when park fell empty.  She liked […]

        He sat in a blind in overlook and cover of worked field, disked and planted to wheat in long, odd shape made in frame of wooded waterways that were its bounds.  Across the dry, earth-turned clouds, gossamer strands of fine spun webs danced in wind and western sun.  Sun still high, day still full, […]