Browsing Category: Short Story

               For years he wondered when and where he would encounter her again.  For years, mind imagined.  For years, mind played versions and moments of scene, and as none ever came, in passage of time and years, he gave up on the hope and, too, versioned ideals that such would ever come.                 Then, in […]

               Frost covered dawn, silver lawn, her body in light the same; fair and pale in scintillate and catching of the sun.  On white cloud of down, bedcover’s spread, she straddled and brought upon , his body raised in upward sit, embraced in take of hold, arms low and tight to low back behind, his […]

               She slept with windows opened and rose to morning room of surrounding cool.  Air shocked her skin.  Cool woke her sense as she moved in immersion of being.                Sun rose in ascent, dawn’s hues of magenta and orange casts condensed into focal gold concentric around sun in horizon-break.                With sun’s rise, morning […]

               Alien and unknown, enchanting in beauty and strangeness of mystique, they acquired legend in the countryside through periods of long absence and brevities when they appeared.                Too tall for pixies or fair forest nymphs, too real of flesh for ghosts and as man must name and define all things—especially those whose understanding escapes […]

               Skin perspired in strength of the love: close-held embrace, bodies’ fit; in last and build in force of the give, and too of take, in action of the make; in near and keep of bodies to hearth and kindled fire.                 Beginning as dew, building to beads slow running over skin; she wiped his […]

               Gray of sky, heaviness of still, they rested before the hearth, clean and smokeless fire with subtle pops of heat-split wood and the sweet of cherry’s burn.  Both in lie, a distance between, they read in the heaviness’ hold, both in sense of the near to what was not yet arrived, sky’s burden in […]

               They rolled the paint and saw the change immediate to eyes—romance hue real and true, wet in the fresh and new; low elation in her body that could not help but rise beginning beneath then holding in her heart and found outward passage through the eyes.                It was making of a Dream.                […]

               It was just the way it happened: strip and spread pulse of wave in morning passion-take; her flicker of tongue through kept closed eyes, arms in tight wrap of his neck, chests strong in match of press, her legs around his sides; low sweep of his hands, strong hold in raise; flicker-tongue to deeper, […]

“For where thy treasure is, there is thy heart also.”—Matthew 6: 21 _____                               Rain in the night, soft sound to window pane and wall in frame, she woke and sleep would not return.  Circle wisp of ceiling fan in sound and moved wind-stir, she lain on her side and then on back listening […]