A jealous person will always prevent you from seeing the good and beauty in yourself.
A short story fable.
Category: Short stories
This garden will always have been a blessing to me, and now I let it grow and reverently sit in its shade.
for,
to revel in something, but not ruin it, you must be reverent and respectful of the treasure it is to cherish.
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Becoming Each Other
Our perspective is our universe.
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Elsie at the Beach
A thoughtful day with pizza on the shores of Myrtle Beach.
Elsie remembers precious lost memories while she sits on the sand and overlooks the shore.
And of course, she stops for pizza.
Communicating from a place of love and desire for connection and healing really does help to close the gaps.
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Marsha’s Fate (P.1)
Struggles and joy of a healing love told through the story of two fictional characters, Marsha and Ash.
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The Banker’s Sore
A short story set in 19th century England.
A woman overcome with debt is faced with her last day to pay it. Saving grace is rare and goodwill is hard to trust. But she’s been at the hand of mercy for a year and a half already. After all, that’s the burden of being poor. Being the Banker’s sore, and what a sore the banker is.
The banker’s sore is the headache and stress which burdens the poor.
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The Enemy of My Lover
…But something inside me had broken, and broken my sensibility, too. I wanted to fix this connection that she grew in me, I wanted to make it all right so I could love again. But I only made a bigger mess, and a bigger and bigger and bigger one yet until we both were chin-deep in messiness.
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Love on Horseback
A short story set in 1815 of a young woman who falls in love with the masculine daughter of a well-known rancher.
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Homebound
The night had set in and it was dark, only the low blue glow of the horizon, and the moon and stars above lighted my path. I peeked out from behind a bush at a train car in crawling motion. I ran and jumped and grabbed hold of a railing. Stepping onto the median, I […]
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