” Transparent is my thinking with you. I have not loved another for so long, then you walk into my life and lust is a shadow of what I feel. The deep rhythmic tides of dawning awareness caress my soul … Continue reading Snap-shot Stories – Window
Acre 2010 Three keys dangling. Three keys dangling in the wind. A storm is coming. The large wooden shutters knock gently against the wall as the wind rides in through the open window. All is quiet except for the tumbling … Continue reading Snapshot Stories – Acre 2010
Carolyn 2007 My arms are pressed against the glass. I’m trying to see beyond the scope of my vision; past the trucks and the vehicles stacked like paper plates at the end of a party. I see people waving their arms, trying to grab the attention of the guys in uniform that pass them by in a hurry and with fixed expressions, intent on going somewhere. I see the lights flashing, blue. Bright piercing blue, cutting shards through the dark night.There is no sound. I try to reach my arm across the seat. My friend is terribly still, her head … Continue reading Snapshot Stories – Carolyn 2007
The Books of Sebastian Selaš In the evenings I would sit in the pale waning light, and think of books or photographs that had made impressions on me throughout my life. A word would appear in my thoughts and I would smile as it unfolded into lists of names and things to do while I was waiting for god to pass by. My name was Sebastian Selaš and I lived for many reasons; once an avid admirer of Tolstoy. As an interested listener I picked up much and argued little about life, except when Gretel my long and … Continue reading Snap-shot Stories – The Books of Sebastian Selaš
The Girl I saw a girl step out in front of a car. The car screeched to a halt, the girl stood still, and New York continued around them. She stood staring at the driver who hung out of his … Continue reading Snapshot Stories – The Girl
I sat on a park bench and watched a pigeon peck the ground at my feet. The sky was a heavy white. The branches of the trees were bare, save for the evergreens that pinched the air with their resinous … Continue reading Snapshot Stories – New York 1957
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