Browsing Category: Short Story

        I passed a set of flashing lights this morning on a mostly empty road.  A Sheriff’s truck under overpass with no other car around, wondering what I missed—I looked a little closer.         Against direction of traffic, walking towards, was a teenage boy—pack strung over single shoulder.         From […]

               Like the dawn and light in sky, Anna woke slowly in her rise.  In move and pass before kitchen’s window showing amber light, he loved and adored the natural-pure of her morning way: face unmade, freckle-pattern of skin, light, over brow and cheeks and bridge of nose; flat of her waking eyes like sky, […]

               Anna gazed on perfect sky of blue and clouds that painted dreams.  Gone was the rain, gone was the gray, returned was warmth and light; and of the spirit she returned in own to beckon of farm home; to quiet nights and equal dawns, serenity of place.                 She felt the pang of heart-desire, […]

               Sensing high and near to free, she released from rhythm-hold; hands again to table behind, his hold and guide and help of her low.  Lowered, settled, she lain in wide-armed broad of cross as he held to her hips and drove her body in table’s spread; rise of her sounds, rise of her sense […]

               Anna sat in wait at table’s edge; yellow light of morning sun in window flooding spill in wash of the green-walled room.  Her open body, shoulder’s draw and rest on bracing arms, open palmed and fingers back in face and point.                 His find of her there, beauty and free, only cover—her high crossed […]

               Anna woke to gray of high-rise view, city under cloud; gray veil of mist and fog amongst gray rise of city’s walls—dark shadows of window glass—blending, obscuring, melding into cloud over black and sheen of city streets.                From bed she rose and moved to stand by window’s view absorbing all the scene; gray […]

               He came to her, full and raised, presented in morning sun’s flood-spill through front door’s frame.                Spread of her thin-lipped smile grew in seeing of the sight; tousle of her hair, mirthful of light and airy laugh, as she felt the room-scene’s change in cross-legged sit at island’s rest.  Loose of long-sleeved button […]

               In open space and still of the after, she remained in lie and spread, draw and widen of her leg in drape, gentle of his touching too as they kissed in lie and their rest; slow roll and pulse in match of tongues, her change of take and suck upon as he matched of […]

               They felt the gloom of morning’s cast: its damp and cool and still of air that clung to their bodies as rain without the fall, a heaviness that would not change or move until rain’s release or sun’s burning through and melt of away.                Together, they worked in the garden hoeing rows, pulling […]