Browsing Category: Short Story

               It was a Sunday afternoon of unseasonable mid-November warmth. Amidst its moment, they walked together, not in autumn present but in dream of spring, as yellow leaves lined the way of streets and lanes as accent color in a grey-cast world, despite energy of warmth and light.                 “Do you believe in energies?” he […]

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”—T.S. Eliot _____                They shared the morning light together, each in read as yellowing of golden sun filtered through opened blinds in slant and cast through open room, nearing winter’s cool outside, lawn and lingering drape of leaves […]

               After frost and grey of their day in Annie’s hometown, skies cleared and warmth restored.  Through passage of the front, days and winds, autumn’s height in the hills and uplands was mostly passed but in the bottomlands beneath that held to river and its flats, the woods—different—were entering fullness of show and splendor.                […]

               James’ day ran long, his work late, and by the time he returned to home Annie was already in bed; reading on its spread in loose grey sweatshirt with soft-lined plush that felt as fleece in warmth and cover of her skin beneath.  She wore shorts that covered her waist and ended high on […]

        James and Annie spent an hour, disappearing amongst aisles of dreams free to anyone who sought.  Shelf upon shelf, aisle after aisle—neatly arranged more so than any of beginning writing mind, catalogued neatly arranged and composed in an order that was mundane, but efficient, and—once you learned to work within its order—aided in […]

               “Do you hope to write like that?” she questioned.                “No,” he answered.  “I want to write the stories and style that are mine; and not mine, that which I find within me.                 Still, I love the way he writes, the spirt and wonder that he tells: witness to the ethereal and transcendent […]

               “The options of travel and exile may be exhausted, yet instead of despairing, the traveler may hit upon one last alternative: the return.  Why not go back to the very place one left, as a kind of deliberate exercise of freedom?”—Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos _____                Arc of autumn’s splendor peaked and […]

               “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 […]