Browsing Category: Short Story

               “Would you like that?” he asked, curious as he gazed to her across in room.                Anna read in light of candled hearth, its many sources coalesced into glow as single flame amber in the hue that glowed and bronzed Anna’s tan of skin and left golden her paler parts left -bared in warmth […]

               She felt her body’s slide, legs lifted and close together in wrap of his hands to fronts of thighs, bend of her knees, close of her low in together-press as she felt him then in split of her padded lips, smooth and full of his morning length; direction-change, body’s slide again over smooth of […]

               “I feel that I am failing,” he spoke in a plain admission, one given up of fronts and airs but simply speaking as one discerns.  “I feel I’m failing as a farmer, and I know I should care, but I’m not sure if I do.  I examine how I’ve grown and developed in the […]

               “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, […]