Browsing Category: Short Story

               Daylight broke as skyline fire fast muted into rose.  After, flame departed and James lamented loss of the glory-vision.                 In compassion, Annie came to him, and with kiss, dispelled the after-cloud that formed at departing of the view.                 “There’s always another day,” she spoke, touching still to him, arms draped above shoulders […]

        Ground was soft and in afternoon, he pulled posts in forward face to blow off a western wind.  In the softness from rains, snows, and saturating mists, the posts pulled easy without need for chain or loader’s aid; and he stacked them in bucket as he went.           The little tractor […]

        He listened to the sounds with small and natural awe whenever he stepped from truck: geese in flight, all around, appearing and dissolving again into low cloud fog and mist of sky.         It’d been years since they had been as this: hard freeze of the north in press and […]

               “I’ve begun the harder work,” he spoke, “the part I rarely do, that isn’t natural but feels different now because I know I must: the editing and going back to what’s already made, rough drafts hewn, and giving time and attentions toward refinement and making something more.  Some will be same, others completely changed, […]

        They looked out on sky and they grey that held in cover, mist of fog suspension that filtered light in fall from the heavy sky; and indoors, they rested contemplative in their minds.           In the window, too, they witnessed on boughs or maple tree the beginning of buds, violet-red, […]