Browsing Category: Short Story

               He read the passage once again as he came to it in story’s page:                “She paused.  She was making two discoveries.  One was that you didn’t have to talk in complete sentences.  People didn’t seem to need more than a word or two to make their own sense of what you said.  The […]

        Worn out.           Peopled out.         Tired.         He rested alone in recliner chair.         Laundry machine whirred and zipper, button, or loose change from pocket clinked in the dryer’s run.  He didn’t want the sound.           He wanted silence.  He rose and shut […]

               She walked the park in evening hour of yellow light’s begin, ethereal of time and scene that brought her into pause, wonder, and thought that perhaps this world, in hour then, was no more than compose of one’s own dreams.  For if the world was of her dream, she could imagine a truer light, […]

               January, they worked in the garden together.  Clear blue of sky and light soft wind in warming from the south, day was too beautiful not to.                She dressed in jeans fit and shaped to her legs and leather boots with pointed toes, a signature of her style and small detail that by him […]

        They read in the fire light, each in their own story, in share of world and room.  Each in a romance: one new, another more aged, that shaped their minds in match of moods.         Change of sound in turns of page, eyes’ look upward from the lines in find of […]

               “You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?” she asked in chide and know, drawn focus in his face she read as worry when she saw no reason or need to be.                “I guess I am,” he answered to her words.  “How do you not?”                “I don’t know, just don’t.”                She was better at […]

               Friday came.  She thought of farm: field, woods, and open-free.  She thought of the wind and song of birds in limbs she could not see; air of surreal she as true in quiet life-soundings all around.  She thought of the light and winter sun in change at evening shade in restore of northward creep […]