Browsing Category: Short Story

MUSE OF THE MISSOURI

               They walked together Ninth and Main as the evening sun fell low; its line of sight brilliant and bright, broken in rayed and scattered light, long shadows cast down corridor of the city street.                In center of road, a statue stood, and of it he took notice, amazed, how art—like world and trees […]

WORKDAY’S END

        Tractor ran in combine’s trail, and dust from the threshing rose and obfuscated sun as smoke and sky of smoldering flame.  He tried to see but was blind in its cast, and stepping out, he choked on the dust, coughing to clear, little different than in world on fire.         In […]

NEW WORD

        “I learned a new word the other day,” he shared.  “I learned it backwards—and I cheated.  I thought of a definition, description, and wondered what the word would be.  So I sought and found an answer.”         “What made you search?” she asked.         “Pictures of paintings of flowers that didn’t […]