Death – WALLIE'S WENTLETRAP

To L–

To L– How often is it said that life’s a dream And we the leaf-light drifters in its wake Who spin by winds on ripples made of “seems,” The visions Heaven breathes for our soul’s sake: A world caught in a water-drop we see That shines for one brief moment like a star Within thisContinue reading “To L–”

Mr. Roe

Mr. Roe Ellie looked so stricken that Tommy was afraid to leave. Although they were ghosts, invisible, there was still agency in that spirit that it was best not to leave unguarded. Ellie’s eyes burned as she leaned over the bed where her husband-in-life lay. The room was stifled with sickness, but a cold breezeContinue reading “Mr. Roe”

Flight of the Birds

Flight of the Birds (99 Words) “Some say that cranes are the spirits of the dead,” said Allie. “When you see one, it could be the spirit of a loved one watching over you.” “That’s silly.”

Saving the World To Lose It #writephoto

Saving the World to Lose It (688 Words) They said he asked for me often; that his prayers were full of my name, the mock self-portrait I had given crumpled at his heart. He wept often—it was his weakness, the illness. He cried for me, but it was the pain coupled with fever that directedContinue reading “Saving the World To Lose It #writephoto”

When Winter Comes

When Winter Comes (133 Words) When spring comes, it’s abrupt. One moment, the world is gray and biting wind, and the next the green starts to show and the birds are singing again. It’s such a curious and immediate change that it leaves me scratching my head. Where were all the birds in the winter? What were the leavesContinue reading “When Winter Comes”

Roses and Stone #writephoto

Roses and Stone (193 Words) It was all that he had left. All that he had left of a memory. For a moment he sat, turning the stone in his hands. “This is ours, Ellan. Ours forever. Mrs. Coleman said she’d give me some cuttings from her rose and we’ll plant them out front. CanContinue reading “Roses and Stone #writephoto”

The Patron

The Patron (275 Words) There was an artist who was known to paint one picture. Always it was the same, the same distant gray-green mountains and the dark, hilly plateau where the city had once stood. With only that one image to offer, people lost interest in the man’s art and his house would haveContinue reading “The Patron”

Honeysuckle Morning #writephoto

Honeysuckle Morning (213 Words) “I thought I might find you here.” Llwan raised his head. His mouth crooked when he saw her and he raised his flask in a half-salute. Gina sat beside him. She took the flask from his loose grip and sniffed. “Honeysuckle?” “The best.” The elf moved so she could sit besideContinue reading “Honeysuckle Morning #writephoto”

Wishing Rock

Wishing Rock (159 Words) She reached the rock at twilight’s early colors. The stone’s peculiar shape, the deep bowl at its center, reminded Alice of a well. Perhaps that was why it was known as the “wishing rock.” There was water in the basin, but it was shallow and green with resilient plant life. AliceContinue reading “Wishing Rock”