Browsing Category: Short Story

               Returned from water and rush of the ride, they settled back to home.  Anna’s shoulders showed of day’s sun-change, red-pink that lightened under pressure of touch, sensitive but not in pain; lines of bikini’s cover showing pale and thin over shoulder tops and covering spread of front as she rested with straps drawn low […]

               Blue burned through the sky of gray erasing restless of malaise and deferring examen of the deeper questions with more than surface answers.                World warmed bright under sun, and they went out upon the water.  Fast of the boat, blow of the wind in whip and rustle through clothes and hair, sounds and […]

               “Do you want to go out on the water?” he asked.                Air was cool.  Sky was gray, and depth of western sky showed no likeliness of change.                Resting in porch sit, looking out over water’s channel, Anna covered her chest in crossing of arms to warm and cover the sharp of tight-drawn […]

               Near to June and morning met with crisp, cool dew feeling near to frost.  It was a cool year.  Everything grew slower, but also, all grew richer.  All grew richer in the time it took, the roots that went down before green and growth grew high, resources and means to sustain when heat and […]

        Upward in sitting rest, hands and arms in brace behind, Anna’s tongue sped in fast and lightness of flicker to end and tip of his, his body leaning over; fast, swift jostle of her open breasts as he touched her in her spread.   Speeding, speeding, speeding, lighter and faster in flicker until deep […]

               From kitchen view, they looked on the lawn—small piece of cultured wild; rise of the bluestem in fine, tall stems, pale and near of blue from leaves dark in green; open of the wildflowers bowed in absorb of morning dew, petals and open faces bowed as if contemplative morning prayer, sight rising when sun […]

               They sat on patio and spoke of songs and music as evening ceded place to night, bright of the sun giving way to porchlight bulbs in stranded hang and stars in the cosmic depths.                Song played that they knew, and of it he spoke, “I love sometimes how a whole song builds and […]

        In hide of home amongst the trees, they stayed in their naked free and loved when want of intimate’s passion returned.  Again in kitchen—over counter and open floor; upon velour of lounge beside the hearth; and in porch sit under blanket-wrap—she in straddle of his lap; interlock of hands in hold and resting […]

               Weekend arrived.  Again, they went in leave of city for farm and hidden home within the trees.                 Late of spring showed sign in give to summer-change.  Full leaf of the trees in stands as they passed, in roll of hills, river bottoms, and patterned lines of fence rowed fields.                Pastures showed green; […]