Browsing Category: Short Story

               “All I’m saying is be careful.”  He knew that she was going, and there was no changing when her mind and spirit were decided.  “It’s deer season again, and I don’t want your mother getting phone calls for her daughter wandering helpless in the woods.”                “I wasn’t helpless!” she responded in vehemence.  “I […]

               They walked the dry creek bed together in search and find of stones, each gathering in collect for other to give in offering and share as gift—flat, smooth stones with rounded edges to skip in cast and wish on dream over face of the pond above.                Sandstone and limestone, orange-brown and pale white-grey, […]

        Another day alone in field, he thought of mountain streams: rainbows in the riffles, flash of sides in swim holes and holds and steady course—move to fly in strike—bend of the rod taught of the line—take of the fish in run—his controlling of line’s give, in strips and spooling of the reel; […]

               In story, he saw again that which he thought gone—moments and memories believed lost in live of the evanescent.  By story, they returned—sights and see, sharp and clear, in live and new again: a child innocence, her merriment of mirth as she twirled in dance in open field and sun; the fan of her […]

        She stared on the silver frames in surround of ornate dreams: ages of old, castles and country towns by the sea, hand-painted thought, printed in mass, so that ideal of the dream would never die, eternal, as dream was proven then in resurrection within her at seeing of the art.     […]

        They walked in sharp and brisk of the morning cold, stirred and awakened in shock of sense to be autumn alive.  Vapor clouds exhaled in their breaths as they walked in the autumn woods; yellows and golds, scarlets, and ambers honey-hued as sunlight through.  The walked in the ever opening of canopy, that day […]

               She saved the stories for beginning and end—set of spirit for day and dreams.  Unknowing what they’d say, unknowing what they’d share, her only was to feel something: a resonance of way in soul, a seeing as she did, gifting temperament and focus of sight upon a same-soul see.                Morning quiet then, she […]