Browsing Category: Short Story

               Verdant bough was past its height and peak of hue and bloom.  Edges of its tender petals curled in wilt and first of yellow-show even as heart and broad of the fine white-pink held open, delicate, and bright.                She looked upon the sight, appreciating the beauty that remained.  The beauty was never made […]

        She joined him in the evening view, as nighttime settled in; sounds of the wind chimes in gentle’s blow, celestial in airy notes—of the earth, man, but more and further too.           A cool returned, absent in day, and she covered herself in wrap and hold of arms.  Silent, they shared […]

“Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.”—John Muir _____                They walked the Ocean Trail in day and view of mountains and the sea.  Hills shone parched, a dried, cured green with spindled grasses of flaxen tan that sustained—dormant and surviving; turning int to themselves and […]

               The redbud was not yet in bloom, but still, she adorned window in life-color; cherry blossom of fairer bright—a whiteness in the pink that touched of a delicateness and new innocence in spring—in corner of room and catch of window light.                 She hung her purse and gazed on the blooms, black and white […]

               She stole his breath.  She held his stare.  Both were objects of her aim whether known in intention of beginning or residing deeper, somewhere, in depths of her subconscious.  It did not matter.  Effect was same.                Having attained, having achieved, she set about the room in feigned unnoticed and pretend indifference as woman […]