I was staring once for hours at some small part of nature, which was actually a tiny red insect of some sort that had crawled on my book, a choose your own adventure story. I stopped reading the book and just watched the red ant-like thing and as it crawled…
It was a long time ago I spoke to the angel. It was on the way to Pompano. I was wearing blue pants and a white button up shirt. How I disliked getting dressed up. The man driving eventually left his wife and kids and ran off with a girlfriend.…
Inside the forests it was overcast. Small feral ferns still growing wound upon themselves at their tops and looked like Catherine wheels throwing off raindrops instead of fire and flame. Henry had walked long and down through back pathways to explore and was standing looking at a pond that had…
They paginated the letters put them in a book. Rainer tells Lou Andreas- Salome that he is weary. But then the book is closed and it is time to see the fields far and far, wide and wide, somehow sanguine and then saturated against reason and logic with the scent…
Timothy Tucker was only half awake, the morphine drip dulling both pain and awareness. He was 86 and glad that Tania was not here at the end. He knew at this stage pancreatic cancer was neither forgiving nor pretty. He was nodding off again and pushed the arrow to lower…
Bertha and Al were in the kitchen patiently waiting for the pizza delivery. Their grandchildren were coming later, although Al kept elbowing Bertha. “Any second now they’ll be charging in the side door.” Bertha looked at him and clucked, “No, not any second; Betty said not before six and it’s…
The season couldn’t be ascertained. It could have been a warm day in winter or a cold day in spring. It was certainly a holiday, because his whole family – wife Bertha and children Clive and Samantha – were in the drawing room watching TV. But as he sat with…
“… he who makes his ways crooked will be found out.” Proverbs 10:9 The barking shriek punctured early dawn. Towhees were not yet awake to sing summer’s song. A pause in between, and then another. Demonic screaming registered in Hill Carpenter’s waking brain. But the third boastful bark jolted him…
Dr. Rankin Williamson Shepherd was in his mid forties with graying black hair, a professionally trimmed beard, and was athletically built. He owned his pharmacy, which was successful, and he hid his upbringing nicely. He was raised deep in the Blue Ridge by a strict but loving father and grandfather. …
It was then in the direction of the lumpy hills they decided on. There was something about that area that all three of them, the man and the two dogs, felt drawn towards. It could have been the verdant bushes and plants that were there in the distance, or some…
