Browsing Category: Short Story

        “The stories are coming in a vein different from what I’m used,” he spoke.         “You’re allowed and free to change,” she affirmed.         “I worry what others might think.”         “Great thing, almost nobody cares; and the few that do—it’s because they want to know […]

               Redbud branch showed in frost’s cover, white-silver of lawn the same.  In lavender and lilac sky, peach-tone of tone colored in brush-stroke of heat to morning’s meek,  In the room, still covered in night-dressing of white, she gazed upon the glowing change; thoughts going into distance of seasons and a place before restoring to […]

               He smiled on innocence sight of her in pleasured find, in hold to piece of art in hand and framed in golden bound.  She rested in pose admiring gift, high body tall and straight, her legs bend, lap’s form in forward spread of thighs with feet and shins in fold beneath.                 She was […]

               “How do you know you’ve made a friend?” he asked.                She smiled as they walked musing airily on the question.                “Behave as if you have,” she answered.  “Give.  Share.  Show.  Be vulnerable.  Be open.  Express what it is you want known and to say.  Offer.  Give,” she said again.  “If you’ve made […]

               She loved his way of morning greet, hold of her body from behind; wrap of his arms and hands over sides and widen-slope of hips from waist’s narrow, sweep of arms, sense and feel and center of her front; the smile on her face he felt but couldn’t see, not then, not yet, but […]

               “…on the good ground, are they who in a good and perfect heart, hearing the word, keep it, and bring forth fruit in patience.                 Now no man lighting a candle covereth it with a vessel, or putteth it under a bed; but setteth it upon a candlestick, that they who come in may […]

               It was gift and blessing to bear witness—the pleasure-view of her in immersion-interest, her losing of self, absorbed in an else that spoke and touched, resonant, to a something of her.                He watched her then, legs and feet folded beneath her body in upright rest, soles of her bare feet upturned and the […]

               Craving summer still, but not wishing life away, they made the most of winter day in refuge and rest from cold by fire hearth in among amongst the trees.                Sky was blue and shone in layered, varied shades that lightened of blue into near white as others shaded darker, holding threads of red, […]

               It was way his mind always remembered, choiced landmark in time and reference of a life: she in the wild, summer dress, free and embodiment of season’s spirit; stripe of tan over shoulder tops in widen and spread in fall to front, full sight in hide under cover of the dress; the freckles of […]