Browsing Category: Short Story

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        He imagined Ozark ridge and valley, trail woven to their sides; ochre dust in plume to steps in change of earth in arrive of summer’s hot and dry; stain of the dust as powdered dye to shoes, socks, and pants’ cuff-low; sound of the wind at top of ridge, silence of the […]

        She watched her daughter on play on floor on dig, search, and scatter of books from basket where they kept.            Viewing, she thought how life was full of stories and, like stories and books in basket’s store, she wondered which ones in life she would choose: to read, to […]

        Hands as actors, story as spark, she felt the yellow burst in warmth of touching to her part; love story of his hands, writing to her skin.  Delicate, lovely—touching—closing eyes in warmth of bliss, mouth’s welcome to his kiss, she opened greater, inviting all and whole of story’s write upon and in her […]