Browsing Category: Short Story

               “Dawn awakens minds as it does the birds; all began to talk.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables _____                “Let us narrate what was passing in Marius’ thoughts.                 Let the reader recall the state of his soul.  We have just recalled it, everything was a vision to him now…”                He ended morning’s read upon […]

               “Comes again the longing, the desire that has no name…for a party, for youth, for the good times, for dear good drinking and fighting comrades, for football-game girls in the fall with faces like flowers?  Comes the longing and it has to do with being fifteen and fifty and with the winter sun striking […]

               “The soul does not surrender to despair until it has exhausted all illusions…The recurrence of a vision is a reality.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables _____                I have many realities, most which are not true, but become again for a time in recurrence of their visions.                I depart and rest in changed reality, apart […]

                              “What do I think?  The mystery of evil is the mystery of limited goodness…”—Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins _____                “What do you think of the idea?” he asked as they rested indoors looking out on slow-fall front that greyed the sky and denied light from morning sun.  The colors of the […]

               James gazed with slight entertainment as Annie rested in chair with book upon her lap.                “What did you decide?” he asked.                She looked out the window, a waxing half-moon with silver halo in autumn night sky.                 “I haven’t,” she answered.  “I just can’t get into it…”                He thought to one […]

               After, they walked slow and in peace down streets and parkways under trees in full of autumn’s dress.  They walked in the shadows and the sun, with mirth and intimacy one finds only in city of strangers: bustle and race of others on their way, in their lives, unseen and in oblivion to all […]

               They sat in the garden, at walkway end upon bench under cradle-canopy of trees in change from green to gold, the latter emboldened in glow of sunlight through thin-fleshed translucence of the leaves that shone in dazzle at upward gaze and as shadow and light over walkway looking down.                “I’ve gone back to […]

        “What do you think of the world?” he asked.         “I’d rather not,” she responded plain.         “I agree.”         The leaves were turning and shone on the fence and tree lines framing parceled fields not yet consolidated into corporate tracts.         “It is […]