“The options of travel and exile may be exhausted, yet instead of despairing, the traveler may hit upon one last alternative: the return. Why not go back to the very place one left, as a kind of deliberate exercise of freedom?”—Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos _____ Arc of autumn’s splendor peaked and […]
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Short Story
LOVER’S DAWN
“Dawn awakens minds as it does the birds; all began to talk.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables _____ “Let us narrate what was passing in Marius’ thoughts. Let the reader recall the state of his soul. We have just recalled it, everything was a vision to him now…” He ended morning’s read upon […]
Short Story
NO NAME
“Comes again the longing, the desire that has no name…for a party, for youth, for the good times, for dear good drinking and fighting comrades, for football-game girls in the fall with faces like flowers? Comes the longing and it has to do with being fifteen and fifty and with the winter sun striking […]
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REALITIES
“The soul does not surrender to despair until it has exhausted all illusions…The recurrence of a vision is a reality.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables _____ I have many realities, most which are not true, but become again for a time in recurrence of their visions. I depart and rest in changed reality, apart […]
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LOVE IN THE RUINS
“What do I think? The mystery of evil is the mystery of limited goodness…”—Walker Percy, Love in the Ruins _____ “What do you think of the idea?” he asked as they rested indoors looking out on slow-fall front that greyed the sky and denied light from morning sun. The colors of the […]
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FREEDOM
There is a freedom that comes in recognition and admission that nearly all one’s ever made or written is a fiction. With embracement of the fact, gone is burden and bound of happened truth. Free is possibility. A story is not fixed from beginning but is free to be and shape into whatever […]
Short Story
DIFFERENT STORY
James gazed with slight entertainment as Annie rested in chair with book upon her lap. “What did you decide?” he asked. She looked out the window, a waxing half-moon with silver halo in autumn night sky. “I haven’t,” she answered. “I just can’t get into it…” He thought to one […]