Category: Short Story

Circles of Silver

He wants to forget her, but he can’t. She’s everywhere he looks. She’s in the garden talking to the lovebirds. Certain they understood her every word, she spoke to them often. At her desk, writing. Another story to make him cry, or laugh with… Continue Reading “Circles of Silver”

It Will Never Last

It is my first week at the new job that brought me across the country and away from all things safe and familiar. Yet, I am excited to be starting a new life. I have a big challenge ahead of me, not the least… Continue Reading “It Will Never Last”

The World Beneath My Tree

Last night I dreamed I was dying. As the world fell away around me, I was free-falling. I thought to myself, so this is what it feels like to die. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for… Continue Reading “The World Beneath My Tree”

The Waystation for Lost Souls

Six months after my husband’s death, I move to a small town in Pennsylvania, located on the main line. Narberth is charming and quaint in an old world sense. It immediately reminds me of a town that played a major part in my childhood. Mayberry… Continue Reading “The Waystation for Lost Souls”

Un Pequeño Milagro (A Small Miracle)

Since I began writing this blog, I have been on a journey through my colorful past. I search for photos to post that pertain to my particular story. I run across others that are meaningful and bring back memories of those I have lost… Continue Reading “Un Pequeño Milagro (A Small Miracle)”

My Mother’s Ashes

My mother sits beside me as I write. She is comfortably ensconced in a beautiful wooden box; ashes are all that remain of her mortal body. Yet, I cannot bring myself to dispose of these shards of bone and heaps of grey dust. They were once… Continue Reading “My Mother’s Ashes”

The Crow and I

I am meditating in the garden. I hear a fluttering near me and open my eyes. There, beside me, is a large black crow staring, cocking his head, peering at me curiously. He speaks. “What are you doing?” “I am meditating, what are you doing?”… Continue Reading “The Crow and I”

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