Browsing Category: Short Story

               Gentle.                Gentle.                She woke to the delicate and intention of his touch in trace along her line.  High to low, low to high; in upward path, stronger but still-soft press that split her warmth, its gift of sense upon his touching trace.                Sensing, receiving, she rested in the feel; soft smile […]

               “Thank you for the lightness I feel in the times we speak,” he shared as they traipsed slow through the winter woods.  Suspend of mist veiled depth of view and made quiet their steps in fall onto sodden leaves of the understory.  “I feel safe and trust, and when I do—I hope, which means […]

               He read the passage once again as he came to it in story’s page:                “She paused.  She was making two discoveries.  One was that you didn’t have to talk in complete sentences.  People didn’t seem to need more than a word or two to make their own sense of what you said.  The […]

        Worn out.           Peopled out.         Tired.         He rested alone in recliner chair.         Laundry machine whirred and zipper, button, or loose change from pocket clinked in the dryer’s run.  He didn’t want the sound.           He wanted silence.  He rose and shut […]

               She walked the park in evening hour of yellow light’s begin, ethereal of time and scene that brought her into pause, wonder, and thought that perhaps this world, in hour then, was no more than compose of one’s own dreams.  For if the world was of her dream, she could imagine a truer light, […]

               January, they worked in the garden together.  Clear blue of sky and light soft wind in warming from the south, day was too beautiful not to.                She dressed in jeans fit and shaped to her legs and leather boots with pointed toes, a signature of her style and small detail that by him […]

        They read in the fire light, each in their own story, in share of world and room.  Each in a romance: one new, another more aged, that shaped their minds in match of moods.         Change of sound in turns of page, eyes’ look upward from the lines in find of […]