Browsing Category: Short Story

               “Often…they would sit together under the stars, recalling the ages that were gone and all their joys and labours in the world, or holding council, concerning the days to come.  If any wanderer had chanced to pass, little would he have seen or heard, as it would have seemed to him only that he […]

               Tessa slept late in the fullness of day before, and when she woke, life greeted through open window frame.  Through the window, cool, scent, and light of spring flowed filling room with waking spirit told in sounds of birds on branch and blossom of boughs beyond.  Immersed, Tessa rose and stood before the open […]

              There are always signs of fronts, competition for skies and dominion of all beneath: a change in wind, a crease in sky, clouds layered on anther as one ascends and another is made low.  Reacting, heavens circle in spin and reformation, adjustment, the shift.  Then, when conflict in clouds become beyond heavens’ bearing, Hell […]

               “But even as hope died in Sam, or seemed to die, it was turned to a new strength.  Sam’s plain…face grew stern, almost grim, as the will hardened in him, and he felt through all his limbs a thrill, as if he was turning into some creature of stone and steel that neither despair […]

               “Live joyfully with the wife whom thou lovest, all the days of thy unsteady life, which are given to thee under the sun…for this is thy portion in life.”—Ecclesiastes 9: 9                Day began in glimmer of silver frost and ended in flame of setting salmon sky.  In the cold of dawn, they warmed […]

               They fished together from bank of the farm pond dam.  Above, sky shone free and blue with wisps that seemed celestial mirage as air filled with birdsong notes enlivened in the glory of the sun.  Between Emma and Ryan, there held a quiet peace.                 Beneath her feet, it seemed the brome cover of […]

               Dawn began without announcement of light, a grey cloud filled the valley, cool and damp, and through open door and windows of small cabin, they held beneath covers of a bed as fire burned in dampened steel stove.                 From open sky above in star-filled night, morning and world were changed in arrival of […]

               They rested on river’s bank watching sunlight dance over contour-ripples of water’s face as current spoke, softly, across shallows sounding in song over broken bed of rock with shelves and polished pebbles, stone carved and moved from heart of a mountain.  Gazing and listening to the river’s run, each took from river different truths […]

               “For the fragrance that came to each was like a memory of dewy mornings of unshadowed sun in some land of which the fair world in Spring is itself but a fleeting memory…Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and looked…with a light of knowledge and love was kindled in his eyes, and he spoke softly…”—J.R.R. […]

               In the steep-walled sanctuary, valley of dream, they made love beneath shadow of trees; in the half-light of river’s edge where air held low and cool in blanket over water’s face and laurel bloomed in the first of June; blossom bells opened in splendor of revelation colored in purity of white and tenderness of […]