Browsing Category: Short Story

               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 […]

               He admired as she worked in light and island open space, fair of her skin in gleam—iridescent in the bright.  Long and lean and fine of hand, dexterous in their labor and working, fair and beauty of rest of her body under buttoned cover of long-sleeve shirt, flash of skin at wrists at sleeve’s […]

               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 […]