Browsing Category: Short Story

               “Don’t you want more in life?” she asked, an irritation in her tone.  She paused, looking at him stern, “What do you even want?”                “I don’t know,” he answered.  “I’m back to a beginning.”                “Isn’t it a little late for that?”                He was thirty-three.                “No clue, but why waste effort […]

               I was a little boy, scared of the dark, that failed in being brave.  No more than four or five, I remember the monsters and images over walls in room—shadows cast by silver light of rising moon.                 I went to my father, asking to be saved and comforted in my fears.  He returned […]

               “What is necessary to cause these specters to vanish?  Light.  Light in floods.  Not a single bat can resist the dawn.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables                He read alone in the shadows of the room beneath chairside lampstand and single candle burning at a distance.  He read a book of God, fate, and Destinies and […]

               “For all of us, mountains turn into images after a short time and the images turn true.  Gold-tossed waves change into the purple backs of monsters, and so forth.  Always something out of the moving deep, and nearly always oceanic.  Never a lake, never the sky.  But no matter what images I began with, […]

               “’You are kind,’ answered Frodo.  ‘But I do not think that any speech will help me.  For I know what I should do, but I am afraid of doing it, Boromir: afraid…                I think I know already what counsel you would give, Boromir,’ said Frodo.  ‘And it would seem like wisdom but for […]

               Season lived, undecided, and as trees of the riverbank bloomed and showed with spreading buds, a cold rain fell from low-ceiling clouds in sky.  Together, they walked the streets, crossing river over century bridges that spanned its course looking down on budded banks and rain-dappled face of the Seine.                 The city was not […]

               “In those days, there was no king in Israel: but every one did that which seemed right to himself.”—Judges 21: 24 __________                They walked upon trail through woods beneath winter sky of somber gray.  In movement, dampened leaves of slow fall in night before collapsed with muted sound beneath their weight in steps.  […]

          “Are there limits to the ways one can love?” he asked.           “I believe the only limit is the bound of our own acceptance to allow it to express,” she answered.  “There is always a way, always a means, and it doesn’t have to make sense or fit a set design.  If God is […]

               “Don’t adventures ever have an end?  I suppose not.  Someone else always has to carry on the story.”—J.R.R. Tolkein, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring ___________                She paused on the line; read again, breathing slow and deep, brushing waved hair back from fall beside and before her face: affected […]