Browsing Category: Short Story

               He remembered a stream and a cave in the rocks from which a cold spring flowed; cool of the cavern in shade from the sun and summer’s heat; group of friends, all young then, many he had not seen or spoken to since.                It was many years ago.  Majority of life lived and […]

        Alone in field, working in method roll and pass of tractor in near and perfect lines, he thought of mountains.   _____         He thought of mountains and alpine lake—she in shade of the spruce and pines; sweet-acrid of scent and sight of her smile in broken dapple of light-fall through; […]

               I am horrible with words but better with gifts (so long as they are written).                 Today, Matthew and Audrey turn fifteen.  Like many fathers, what their presents are will be as much of a surprise to me as it will be for them.                I don’t often think in terms of objects.  There’s […]

               Still in sweater, woven gown of spring, they lain on the sofa after; gentle of hands in hold to sides, caress of hands’ pass, slow and soft, along their lengths that brought them both to sighs; her cradle of legs and he between, still pressing at their warmth.  Soft of smiles, lit of eyes, […]

               “Behold my beloved speaketh to me: Arise, make haste, my love, my dove, my beautiful one and come.  For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone.  The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come…The fig tree hath put forth her green figs: the vines in flower […]

               They sat together in look to the west and sight of the evening sky, burn of its fire orange and yellows tempering into cimarron and rust as cool arrived on the settling air at end to day of abnormal heat each welcomed and loved in live of its March-spring gift.                Like fire of […]

               Birds sang their morning songs from boughs and beams of portico, sky still navy-night above dawn-ochre warming.                From the strong, but brief, cold spell air sensed as spring again.  Bells of nearby church tolled seven for the hour.                In morning time, to only self, he rested in waking’s aura.                 Alone, but […]

               Tagline phrase of writer’s page, email, and website link—summary of bio appeared in style near to same as his.  Was it simple chance, or was it more?  Was such design of invitation for others’ search and seek into page and shared creations of greater imagined and written worlds?                He didn’t know, but he […]

               Her smile and eyes appeared unchanged, so too her style and wear of hair and mascara blushing of her lashes—curl of their length and dark of their paint making stronger and more striking the bright and color of her eyes.                He felt, at sight, as he had when young and grown of age […]

               “I think it’s one of the greatest compliments,” he spoke, “…to be cited and referenced and acknowledged in way that only you can see—to know you’re on another’s mind and have been for some time.                With so little of thought in world that holds, to know one’s words and musings last and linger […]