The Right Gift (119 Words) No, not flowers. He liked flowers, but it didn’t seem right. She sat, looking down at the quiet ground that was so unlike him. Davy had never been quiet. He had never stood still. Even in sleep, he was always tossing and stealing the blankets for himself. Peg’s mouth crookedContinue reading “The Right Gift #writephoto”
What Fire Left (155 Words) It was gone. A lifetime of memories was in the space of one day nothing more than burned and discolored bareness. It was hard, looking at what was left of the building, to believe that it had ever been a home at all.
Marble Garden (822 Words) A silent, solemn figure to steal through the graves, his long cloak trailing in ebon folds as if he hurried night into the evening’s blue mists. Past the disconnected lines of wooden crosses he walked, mindless of the old and pausing in a moment’s fixed grief at the newer. His glanceContinue reading “Marble Garden #writephoto”
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–”
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I will see cherry blossoms today dancing lightly in the April breeze crenellated puffs of softest pink jostling, welcoming, anticipating meetings under the arch-browed branches: where petals scamper round the feet of once deplete, now wealthy hearts surfeit with delight not won, but given in sweet abandon from…
I Knew a Winter (130 Words) I knew a winter in his spring. Fair as freshly fallen snow Quiet as contented woe Stood apart with frozen face Welcomed to himself, disgrace.
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.”
Worth It (225 Words) It was a beautiful sight. Daria leaned over the boat edge, letting her hand trail in the water. The current pulled past her arm, troubling the reflection of fireflies and starlight. The moon shone clear, and the silver glow lit the world like another kind of day, bright and enlivening. “DoContinue reading “Worth It”
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”