Browsing Category: Short Story

               They worked in the garden all afternoon under high of bright spring-sun.  On the wind, a cool remained.  Part work, part pleasure, part simply living time together, they labored in a common purpose, a common passion, a common joy; and, when efforts live such way, labor seemed as play.                Nearing to end, she […]

               Stories—it was how they spoke, way they shared: reading, learning, discerning one another.  What they chose to show, gave for other to read and see, their selves were in them all; pieces offered for construction to fuller see of puzzled selves.  In symbols, signs, and commonality of themes, there lived a resonance between—felt, know, […]

               “Love is not just looking at each other, it’s looking in the same direction.”—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry _____                Finger’s spread, deep rouge of tips’ in dig and press strong into sides of thighs, she held to him in brace and forward-face as they pulsed in rhythm-love.  Morning waking, spirit-making, love-praising in the dawn, they […]

               Ends of her fingertips shone painted rouge, deep of a red as romance hue that gleamed in shine and catch of candlelight in stemmed hold of flame, stilled in steady of burn beside.                Deep of the hue and flash of its gleam was striking in accent to fair of her hand.  It was […]

               She let her body fall deeper into full of down, arc of her back, body in bridged raise absorbing of his shocks; hand in grasp, strong to her front, wrap of his hold over top and to round of sides, thumb’s tease to swell and full of end.  Then bridge of her body pinned […]

               He loved to hold to her open front, her smile and eyes in look on his, the cant of her head, the scent of her skin, her breath through first full-give; the move of her hand into holding behind, her draw of him deeper and greater in as second rose to neck and back […]

“Remember thou art dust and to dust thou shall return…” _____                Ash Wednesday, he returned, and the mark was on his head.  A sinner still in seeking: to live the Greater Love.                She did not go.  She bore not the mark.  She lived a different faith and yet believed in the Greater Love […]

(continue to CENTERED IN DREAM)                In sunlight fall, its warmth to sides—glow-stirring of their skin—breath spoke in sharp and low-huffed bursts from her into his ear; wrap of her arms across back and over shoulder tops, cradling and embracing, still, in upright sit to table’s edge in center of the dream.                        Song of […]

               There was a romance, too, in the light of the green though not the red wished first in dream.  She felt it then, the romance, in colored surround warmed and glowed in lightfall through windowed walls that cast on table in heart of room and candled centerpiece upon—each candle in different height and detail […]