Browsing Category: Short Story

        “Do you mind when new stories write nearly the same to old?” he asked.         Anna smiled, laughing light as spirit made and shone same of the question.  “Why should I mind?” Anna answered back with question.  “They’re your stories, your thoughts.  You’re the one that puts them down.  If the thought is there […]

               In morning wake, rising sun, the romance was returned; not in words but gentled giftings that stirred and raised her from her dreams; down-draw of the sheet that covered her, warm; cool of the morning air, telling too in dew, across her body, bared; cup of his hold to high of her breasts, mouth’s […]

               “I don’t have a story, romance or words tonight,” he spoke.  “I’m tired.”                “That’s alright,” Anna affirmed.  “You’re allowed to be tired.  You don’t have to always keep pressing believing something is expected or required of you.  You’re allowed to be human. You’re allowed to be real—just you as you are…I still love […]

        Rain was brief.  It came and went and left behind a humid in the sky.  Night songs of the summer restored again to full and clear of their cadence and tones.  He listened still, feeling the humid-heavy of the air, finishing cigar in place of rest, and when it finished, he rose.       […]

               “Would you like that?” he asked, curious as he gazed to her across in room.                Anna read in light of candled hearth, its many sources coalesced into glow as single flame amber in the hue that glowed and bronzed Anna’s tan of skin and left golden her paler parts left -bared in warmth […]

               She felt her body’s slide, legs lifted and close together in wrap of his hands to fronts of thighs, bend of her knees, close of her low in together-press as she felt him then in split of her padded lips, smooth and full of his morning length; direction-change, body’s slide again over smooth of […]

               “I feel that I am failing,” he spoke in a plain admission, one given up of fronts and airs but simply speaking as one discerns.  “I feel I’m failing as a farmer, and I know I should care, but I’m not sure if I do.  I examine how I’ve grown and developed in the […]