Browsing Category: Short Story

               They opened door.  Little was changed from last when she was there: order of home, make of the beds, wood’s stack by stove and stone-hearth’s sides.                 All was as she’d left it—waiting—patient for her return.                They carried in their bags and left the front door open.  She desired wild as much as […]

               Rain fell light from gray-cast sky whose cover slowly thinned in hint of violet from sky-blue through.                Indoors, they looked on its fall, unseen in fine through sky but showing in dimpled strikings cement walks pave of street before their home.                 Indoors, they thought of their garden and the growth that would […]

               God created man of clay, her name—from Breath of Life.                First consonant sound in huff-press of breath in speak and escape from lungs in empty changed in soften and smooth of vowel flow, tongue-touch and flicker to roof of mouth in syllable note and consonant flash before last and smooth of feminine end […]

               Experience and age—they learned attraction was mostly mind; power and effect of thoughts and impressions that lingered in encourage and guide of feel and emotions before, beyond and through limited moment of their live.                Experience and age—they lived the lesson of their learning.                They did not hide and, too, did not full-open […]

        “I want to write it artfully,” he spoke, genuine and sincere.  “I want to write it as a beauty, in a romance and as love, beyond and more than the littleness of lust.  It’s so much more—and that’s the Spirit I seek to share.         Man needs romance to live inspired.  Man needs […]

        “Wouldn’t you love to live as this?” he asked her in the after, touch and trace of finger-path to heated smooth of her resting delicate, “to write and share and live our dreams and let that be enough…” he spoke, his face close-held to hers.         Her arms remained in […]

               Silver morn’s become of gold, they remained in nakedness and free in heart and depth-recess of home; golden bright of sun and shade of the rooms making mirrors of windowed glass; they on back-side looking out on the light, invisible to outside sight.                In sanctuary and love they stayed, glowed of morning’s way […]

        She sat at island in evening sun, on backless wicker stool that drew her body raised and upright in a balance.           Yellow light shone through window, casting on the island face drawing violet blush from depth and shadow in the stone.         Open page before her, pen […]

        There were many things he’d never know but imagined and dreamed on all the same; and while he gave time and mind to array of his imaginings, he was guarded not to overthink and trouble on what was not for him to know.           He believed there reason in it […]

               She filled with mirth at morning’s sign: yellow light and cast of warmth, how fast the world was changed.                Anything was possible.  Anything could be.                She sat with the light at island rest, morning coffee that further stirred, further woke, warming and gifting further energy to the hope.                In the morning […]