Browsing Category: Short Story

               Anna sat in wait at table’s edge; yellow light of morning sun in window flooding spill in wash of the green-walled room.  Her open body, shoulder’s draw and rest on bracing arms, open palmed and fingers back in face and point.                 His find of her there, beauty and free, only cover—her high crossed […]

               Anna woke to gray of high-rise view, city under cloud; gray veil of mist and fog amongst gray rise of city’s walls—dark shadows of window glass—blending, obscuring, melding into cloud over black and sheen of city streets.                From bed she rose and moved to stand by window’s view absorbing all the scene; gray […]

               He came to her, full and raised, presented in morning sun’s flood-spill through front door’s frame.                Spread of her thin-lipped smile grew in seeing of the sight; tousle of her hair, mirthful of light and airy laugh, as she felt the room-scene’s change in cross-legged sit at island’s rest.  Loose of long-sleeved button […]

               In open space and still of the after, she remained in lie and spread, draw and widen of her leg in drape, gentle of his touching too as they kissed in lie and their rest; slow roll and pulse in match of tongues, her change of take and suck upon as he matched of […]

               They felt the gloom of morning’s cast: its damp and cool and still of air that clung to their bodies as rain without the fall, a heaviness that would not change or move until rain’s release or sun’s burning through and melt of away.                Together, they worked in the garden hoeing rows, pulling […]

               He admired as she worked in light and island open space, fair of her skin in gleam—iridescent in the bright.  Long and lean and fine of hand, dexterous in their labor and working, fair and beauty of rest of her body under buttoned cover of long-sleeve shirt, flash of skin at wrists at sleeve’s […]

               They opened door.  Little was changed from last when she was there: order of home, make of the beds, wood’s stack by stove and stone-hearth’s sides.                 All was as she’d left it—waiting—patient for her return.                They carried in their bags and left the front door open.  She desired wild as much as […]

               Rain fell light from gray-cast sky whose cover slowly thinned in hint of violet from sky-blue through.                Indoors, they looked on its fall, unseen in fine through sky but showing in dimpled strikings cement walks pave of street before their home.                 Indoors, they thought of their garden and the growth that would […]

               God created man of clay, her name—from Breath of Life.                First consonant sound in huff-press of breath in speak and escape from lungs in empty changed in soften and smooth of vowel flow, tongue-touch and flicker to roof of mouth in syllable note and consonant flash before last and smooth of feminine end […]