Browsing Category: Short Story

               High of joy overcame in her knowing change and new were near—beginning move and manifest of vision-dream that she desired.                Knowing it was near, imagination made more fully: details and nuance—spirit and mood—of change and new to define home, floor, and rooms.                She saw it all, felt it all—seer by bloodline magic: […]

               Winter was near to end.                He dreamt of the farm.  He dreamt of spring—of summer and autumn too; of her fair of skin at spring’s begin; the way it changed, like woods and world, in live of the follow-seasons: fairness given color-tan; freckles, like dappled flowering of flesh, breaking on her skin; colors […]

               In make of the miracle, her body changed, and as with many changes—even those that are good, blessed, and gift—she was uncertain.                She was uncertain she would still be loved, desired as before, and in conscious of the change, she was reticent to live such open-free as she had in life before.                […]

               She dreamt of mountains and he of fields, both in summer’s season.  In both, she wore a summer dress—burgundy and scarlet in free-flow and fold and catch of shadow and sun—and white hat she wore for shade; summer freckles over her skin—shoulder tops and bridge of nose thinning in face-spread.                 Each dreamt of […]

        “Don’t worry and don’t force—just be open,” she answered. “We won’t always get it right, but that’s the point—in open, we are real , human, fallible and flawed, and still worth life and bonds of love.  Share too much, if you desire to. If not, maybe we’ll wish we always had.     […]