Browsing Category: Short Story

               Then sweep of her body, move of her lie, nest-spread of throb beneath his match of rise; curl of her body, stomachs’ touch, his hold to her high of breasts; smooth and smooth and full of his give; her hands in grasp, arms and back; trill of her breath again; cry of the world, […]

               In open and free of the high full sun, pure light of vista’s view, she felt his wrap and draw of hold, knees widen and open of her hip, her leg brought to rest on his, keep of his hold and second’s reach, smooth and gentle in low, soft trace; rock of her hips—rise-press, […]

               After unburden, they remained in their free overlooking vast of the wild.  In openness, in love, in world that was only them in brevity of moment and short-time more, they lived in fullness of their freedom, liberty of their love.                 Love speaking in the air, wind’s rustle through the pines, wild songs that […]

               Anna ladled water onto hot of stones and listened to the sizzle-singe of water’s change fast from liquid into steam at touch to the heating stones.  Air around was sudden-changed, heavier in weight from strong sap-scent of the burning wood and fill of the steam in air.                 Anna labeled further water from pail, […]

               Anna breathed the scent of juniper and sage on mountain’s morning thermal rise, cool of the night’s draw from sky little moisture that was there—sense of a dew that did not show but felt still to skin of way.                From veranda place, they welcomed dawn—glow-flame flame of the rising sun—in break and gleam […]

               White of her toes caught bright in the sun as rest of Anna remained in shade under cover of porch awn.  Full blue of sky, drying southern wind fanned loose of her hair in blow to her face.                Across in lawn, in full of day, he smiled on her in rest as he […]

               Every picture had a story—tie of memory to—and going through the still-framed spread, he listened as each was shared, revival through an image of a history restored to memory-life.                He thought of modern pictures, all he took in gather and collect as data, that he never went back to view.  They were never […]

        When the sun was fallen and sky still glowed—salmon, fire, and lavender blushings deepening to violet night—he held her once again; songs of life and the world around; fireflies in green-star rise dappling eve in light.  He kissed her gently—affection’s delicate—that, like firefly in rise, elicited tongue flashings in return and dance upon […]

        She was beautiful in the light of blue, loose of dress in fall.  In gaze on her in the summer light, he thought of the chicory, full-in bloom-in summer-pass on way to the cedar lane and home hidden in the trees.  As chicory that bloomed but for one day, or hour, one had to […]