Browsing Category: Short Story

        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 […]

               Gloam of dawn began deep and dark of navy sky, smoke umber of horizon line rising to green-indigo meet of divided sky, Venus’ morning star in navy’s depth high above and only heaven-sign that showed.                Change of the world, from dew, mist formed in veil and blanket-cover of the earth as birds began […]

               “Be surprised.”                It was a way, each new day, she chose evermore to live; no longer shaping life to contort of an expectation or in limit and confine to preconditions and perceptions.                 Be surprised.                One never knows what will be until after it is lived.  Why stress and force before it […]

               Morning’s rise, she thought to farm again—of its peace, a serenity that lived in prelude to and sun’s arrive as light-spill through cover of the trees.                 She thought of sunlight upon spring’s daffodils and their yellow shining back.  She thought of birds that nested on the tops of shudders making farm home theirs […]

               “I didn’t try for it to write that way,” he confessed in open tell, “but that’s where and way it went.”                She smiled, unminding and with a lightness of laugh dismissive of any worry.                “Sometimes it happens like that,” she answered.  Sound of further lightness and giggles’ carry followed from her words. […]

               “…we must learn to acknowledge that the creation is full of mystery; we will never entirely understand it.  We must abandon arrogance and stand in awe.  We must recover the sense of the majesty of creation, and the ability to be worshipful in its presence.  For I do not doubt that it is only […]