Browsing Category: Short Story

               In bow of the boat, air rushed fast over Kiely’s form, in press and blow over front and face as she looked forward in sight of path and chosen line ahead; and then, turning back, the wind on back and a pocket of stillness made for breath and rest behind in body’s break as […]

               “Maybe that’s gift of the meek,” he spoke, “to sense the unsaid, discern the unshown; recognition and affinity toward other souls that seem, in way, similar to ours; an understanding outside ability to explain, but to know and believe it so.”  He paused, cautious, aware to vulnerability in such speaking, and followed, “Then again, […]

               White dust rose in wake from limestone road as he drove the two-lane road bisecting fields and tracts of land in neat square-mile grid.  Crops told themselves by change in colors, row spacing, heights, and leaves.                 Corn shone in thirty inch rows, leaves dark green in upward column rise, levels of leaves opening […]

               “In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.                They were both very shy, […]

               “Do you believe in angels?” she asked as she gathered the spread cards before her, eyes returning to gaze over stilled sky.                “I do,” he answered.  “I believe in their origin, angelos—messengers—and that their messages find us through different mediums and means.”                “How so?” she asked.                “Maybe a stranger, maybe a […]

               Light of the canyon shadowed, showing first on valley floor, ascending ever higher as sun ceded to the west.  She stared on the eastern wall, watching shadow’s climb, wind returning through the chasm as thermals stirred in change of warmth and light.  Her hair blew in the change, catching and fanning over face as […]

               Above, cloudless sky shone as cielo de luz; sun concentrated orb surrounded in white aurora sensed with edge of eyes as one was unable to stare direct upon the light.  Through the air, winds shifted.  Uncertain of direction and purpose, it turned inward, currents in cyclic sweeps that blew open covers of books and […]

        Ryan planted alone: north then south, back and forth; forty foot swaths at a time, pass by pass, until the field was done.         At the field’s north end, Ryan turned, returning south in parallel to last pass’ tracks; and as he planted, he gazed on another tractor working out […]

               For more than a year, the page lain marked—folded corner and blue-ribbon holder—waiting to be found again.  On day in April, peak of spring, he arrived again: to moment when trial, tribulation, tested hope, and lived despair delivered in reward.                She.                Again…                Face to face with focus of Destiny.                “Cosette […]

               They worked together under openness of arrived spring sky and in affections of season’s sense—the warmth of the sun and a cool in the wind as sky spoke in airy songs of birds around.  Together, they toiled in labor that renewed, rather than exhausted, spirit.                With shovel, they turned earth, softened tilth with […]