Browsing Category: Short Story

“The great benefit of slowing down is reclaiming the time and tranquility to make meaningful connections—with people, with culture, with work, with nature, with our own bodies and minds.”—Carl Honoré _____                Slowing down, wasn’t that what winter was: idling and stilling of the world, rest, balancing, before restoring race in spring’s return?  Did not […]

               “Nowadays, almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being ridiculous and are miserable because of it.”—Fyodor Dostoevsky _____                “Do you want to be a martyr?” she asked jokingly and, too, half-serious.                 “No,” he answered beginning and staying in the lightness of affectionate ridicule before furthering into weight of under-truth, “but I […]

               Standing in hide among reeds and frond heads of tall marsh grasses, even the decoys in open-pocket water, close, were obscured.                Fog held low and heavy and suspended as mist that floated more than fell faint and light from sky.  Air and the decoy spread were still, lifeless, but James didn’t worry.  In […]