Browsing Category: Short Story

        “I wish to know your mind in every way”—a loaded thing to say.  Did she mean it, intend it true, or was it only words another wrote of which she liked the sound?         He paused near to the open, hesitant to move.  Did she mean it true?

        Evening time in heart of home—room of romance hue—she sought to write but no words came.  Still in sit, she stared on empty page where upon the blank, she saw his face: vision clear she could not define—lacking then the words—and so she sat in the silent-still gazing on, seeing all, she could […]

               Outside, garden of their dreams was tilled in wait and staying of the spring, dark earth worked and prepared together for whole of season and life’s share in the bounty it would bring.                Inside, in the morning quiet, he read the story once again and returned to other time: another winter turned to […]

        “Have you ever thought of writing stories,” he asked, “making metaphor and fiction of truths you don’t know quite how to say?  Change the focus, change the names, but find an outlet still for what you wish to say want for another to know—whatever that it is.         Maybe then what […]

               Winter snow melted away.                 Warm front arrived and, together, they dreamt of coming spring—yellow daffodils in rise and wake from long of winter’s sleep.                Across in room, he gazed on his wife dressed in yellow hue.  In repose, she sat in loveseat place before wide and bright of window view letting in […]

               Night arrived, end of day, she was alone and home was still.  Home was quiet in peace that settled and came in last moment of day’s live before submission of wake’s will back to the realm of dream.                In quiet of night-settled peace, she rested in seat alone, wooden chair at head of […]