Browsing Category: Short Story

               There was one of a small town—of growing up and moving away, of return in time and restlessness that rose as years compounded onto last and nothing seemed to change; feeling of stagnation, being stuck, before will and following through to finally leave for good.                 It was a story of friends—of past that […]

(BLOOD MOON)

               He smiled on Anna across in room, in sit and rest beside lampstand in thread of needle’s eye; her wetting of the stand, fine ended for thread and draw and set for sew and mend of broken button back to blouse’s front.                She loved the blouse, five petaled button sign.  So did he: […]

               They spoke of books and stories read, stories known by one and some by both, and of the second they gave greater time, better beginning points of mind.                Then from the books and stories read of library finds, dreams and histories of others, they turned to works and words of one another.                […]