Browsing Category: Short Story

               “Have you found another book?” he asked to Anna.                She sought to read one then, but it didn’t speak.  It didn’t touch, hold her attention, nor draw spirit and mind richly into.                The story wasn’t hers.                She lain on the sofa, body reposed, long of her torso to cushioned rest, cant […]

               Again a dawn of heavy dew, cool of early morning’s air to bare of her naked skin, glow of the sky in catch of the sun in veil and cover of the mist, unseeing of the distance, only details of the near; heart-shaped leaves of the redbud tree, green-edged line of chartreuse glow in […]

               Anna woke as summer world—under blanket, gentle-dewed, warming and enlivening in soft of dawn’s proceed; wrap of his hold from behind of thigh, under and between, raise of her knee, stretch of her hip in of her drawn, move of his hand from hold to seek, its delicate in find; gentle trace—low to high, […]

               In warm rose-glow of waking sky, in gentleness of morning songs sounding from summer world, Anna woke from dream into another: to feel of his hand in take and hold, wrap of his underarm in curl over narrow of her waist, draw of her body back and in, close fitting into his; spoon of […]

               Anna readied for the sale, no intention, to search for desired find.  Her intention was openness—open eyes, open mind, open spirit—should from another’s old, a treasure show.                Besides, it was a beautiful day—warm clear sky, rich green lawns with trees of age and shade that were comfort even when sun was strong and […]