Browsing Category: Short Story

               Returned, he smiled of trinity and eternal sign written in sky blue, light of the sun and scents of spring in carry through window’s open; she making settle in kitchen arrange—both knowing they were home.                He loved the way of her hair in wear, natural of her face—unmade and beautiful in naturalness, light, […]

               Yellow-gray shone in haze and signed encroach of next-wave storm in western sky.  Through clarity of window view, they smiled on haze-glow portending of to come when—like rain in sudden strike and sweep heavy from the sky—they too would become into passion of a storm: awe and overwhelming in sudden, spirited expression—released—in strong-collide of […]

               “Could we make a living of Creative Lives?” he asked.  “Will books and stories someday sell, or is all a wishful thought?”                They spoke as children to one another, which is to say they hoped and dreamed.  In admittance of a life both desired, they walked in new-found openness like canopy of woods […]

               At evening shade, in yellow light fall-casting through the trees—that seemed to him through all their stay as dream—he felt the sadness and longing too that shown from her, dimming mirth and bright of her eyes like cloud before the sun.                It was a longing, not for more, but for that what they […]

               She bit his lip, heat of breath through teethed light-hold in steady bursts upon his face; cradle of hands in hold to his cheeks, fixed-focus stilled to hers; close of her arms against her sides, bent, and forearms’ pin between their chests in bodies’ and blanket’s wrap; tighten of her stomach, crumple of its […]

               “Don’t you love the way when energy seeks you as you are?  Speaks from a distance, speaks through signs, recognized through spirit and eyes; and maybe it appears for all, but you know that it’s for you—somehow, some way, whether or not you can explain?                Don’t you?  I do.” _____                She read […]

               They loved with door and windows open, cool of linger from last March-storm reaching full into heart of room, gray of a mist and sodden sky that carried still the songs of birds in wake, and in center of the oaken home, they lain together in blanket wrap; cool of the storm, scents that […]

        She was beautiful in afternoon, in sky that overcast in cloud and moving in of front; that on the wind carried spring-scent and verdure’s awake to life anew.         Even the bare ground blossomed.  Before her, on patch of earth that saw no sun in summer’s shade, she smiled on miniature […]

        “Don’t you love the way of tree-lines in the spring?” he asked as they stared on sight of one before.         To him, they seemed of painted brush dabbed in yellow-green—hand mixed in course and haste that left vibrance yellow-bright in flash and standing out from rest—and blotted over brown […]

        Moments and memories lived, with her, he saved as still-frames in his mind.  Inner-adornments, in decorate of soul, he greeted in welcome and often for pleasure and enjoyment of their seeing: white paint of her nails on feet, equally fine and fair; the coffee they shared, pyjamaed or less, in share of warmth […]