Browsing Category: Short Story

        It was same world, different see—view of life through lens: discernment of life and moment details when rest is blocked away.  By the lens, she captured faces—flash-expressions saying more than endless words. She saw beauty in the landscapes, vast open of world scenes, and too in minute views in near-examination and worlds within […]

               “Who doesn’t want to live a romance?” he asked, and Anna listened.  “There are moments in life where spirit and mind make note.  Detail stands out, touching different than the rest of life as it seems to flow.  When it does, I hold to that…I pay attention…and from it a dream takes shape.  I […]

               The church was small and reminded both of a one-time country school, single room, where children went to read and learn when there was no work in the field to do.  It’s only difference, from plain bare walls of such, were the wall-high windows that cast color into space telling stories of the Book […]

        Southern wind built stronger then.  Both attuned to the change in feel.  Stronger song of the chimes in blow, heave bursts on the wall; greater of heat, heavier of humid—drawn somewhere from the drying world; change of the trees from whisper-hush into more vociferous of voice, their lean and bend in bow of the […]

        High of day, they stayed indoors in shelter from the sun looking out through open views on fields and sky of blue.  Warm wind blew in sweep from south in draw to storm in north—somewhere beyond the blue.  It ringed the chimes on outdoor stoop, spoke in conversations of leaves and trees.       […]

        Peonies of her grandmother, they thrived in the garden still, baring in beauty the full of their bloom in season and their time.  To blossom-sign, she smiled in belief her grandmother lived same in fecund and fertile of her feminine line.  She held to the bloom, beauty of summer’s full—in remembrance of past, in […]

        She was beautiful in her full and bloom and, in way, he adored her all the more.  Her face in light of morning’s cast, sun’s shine on them on porch; beauty of the moment, beauty in being, made world and home of cultivated wilds where life and family made roots.  He kissed her gently, […]

               Morning sun shone into room through frame of window’s view, low angled light in reach and cast, fanning from frame, into heart and depth of home; catch of the island, blade-hew and grain of the wooden floor, rest-edge of laurel stove.  She smiled on its cast and fall, hands in her hair as she […]

               Whole of her body sighed—alive—as Anna felt his place of kiss, high to inner thigh.  Liquid light from morning sun bathed over her again.  Down-draw of the sheets, cool of the room, warmth of his lips and trailed path of tongue; find of his touch, gentle as sun in trace-caress to her held openness.  […]

        “How is your garden?” he asked, sincere and wanting to know.  “I’ve been staring at a yellow squash that hasn’t seemed to have grown for a week—might’ve hit it with a little glyphosate enough to stunt the growth, but not enough to kill it…         The spaghetti squash vines are taking […]