Browsing Category: Short Story

               They played together in park, on field, feeling but not acting age.  Cuts and shifts, bumps and body checks of friendly contact and competition, fast breaks on open nets when other became too winded to keep chase.                 They laughed, and they smiled playing on, in youth of game that restored their spirits to […]

               Tent of her nipples through summer shirt, raised and drawn in cool of April morn’s yellow-blue; bare of her legs in length and light, hip drawn and edged in yellow of sun, front shadowed in before; hold of their hands, fingers’ interlock, prints’ press into hand back of the other; smiles of lips and […]

               Christ was risen.  The tomb was empty.  All the world rejoiced (or hated, or denied—such compelled every soul to choose a side); but that was day ago, and Monday was new.                 What now?                What to make and live of it all?                Did she still believe, or was such just a day; […]

               “I write few tortuous stories,” he shared as they walked along city street. “ I write few twists and fewer turns—plots upended or changed of an unexpected…Mostly, they are attention to a present, or simple plot, foreshadowed, linear and parallel of lives that never cross.”                “Why is that?  Doesn’t it get boring, writing […]

               “You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture.  Just get people to stop reding them.”—Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 _____                “Do you still like Harry Potter?” he asked.  “I’m learning and won’t pretend to understand hierarchy of loyalties in what world terms liberal minds.  Are you allowed to love what you love, […]

               Cold returned and too the gray, but she remained as spring in spirit and day.  Paying no mind to the outward signs, she dressed again in sweater of the season.  Its loose of white and red and orange that glowed wore upon her as an ambiance that warmed and brightened all around.                Her […]

               Premature spring and follow-frost burned the redbud’s bloom.  Lilac-violet paled to gray, but in one week’s time, redbud boughs restored to hue as bloom dared to show again.                 He looked upon its colors beyond window in morning light.  No words or story came, and he was sad that it was so.                He […]